I want to take off the jeans as soon as he does up the button and raises the zipper, but I’m quickly distracted by his hands grabbing the hem of the T-shirt and pulling it up.
His chest, smaller compared to mine, and those rosy buttons that I love torturing, are there in full view for me to touch if I just lean towards him.
Instead, I keep myself in check, because no way in hell am I stopping the show. Not even my hard dick, pushing against my jeans since he placed his hands on the waistband of his trousers, can stop me from admiring this side of him. A side that’s only for me.
When the old piece of clothing lands on the sofa, Jay lifts the new one and tilts his head with a flirty grin. “Will it fit me well?” His laugh is half tempting and half earnest.
“Angel, it’ll be perfect on you.” I let my eyes do the talking, and I love to see the confidence coming back in his movements. I love even more how he shivers when the light fabric rubs against his pebbles on the way down to rest on his hips.
“You are a dream, Angel.”
He shakes his head and looks at me from behind his lashes, making all my blood go south.
The space between us becomes an inferno when our eyes meet.
“Let me help you get out of those clothes.” I stand, because nothing is going to stop me from taking him to bed. Pulling him close, I lean in to take his lips in an all-consuming kiss. In my need for him to know how much his presence messes me up, I put my hands on his arse, and then follow the curve of his cheeksuntil I reach the point where they meet his legs, and pull him up against me, letting him feel how hard I am for him. As soon as we’re on the same level, he wraps his legs around me, and I place a hand on his lower back to push him flush against me.
“Someone is eager.”
“Angel, if it was up to me I’d keep you naked in my bed forever.” I wink at him.
“You can have me naked now.” He teases me and I love it.
“Let’s get horizontal.”
“I love the way you think.”
“Good.”
Jay leans in and bites my lobe, before following the shell of my ear and making my cock fill a bit more. He blows some air on the wet skin, and then whispers, “I can’t wait to have you deep inside me.”
I falter in my step, my brain and my body filling with lust, and my dick screaming to be set free then and there to please our man.
“Babe, be careful.”
“Angel, you’re looking for trouble.”
He leans back and slides a hand between us, until he reaches my erection. He presses his palm against it, making me see stars. “Hi, trouble,” he says before squeezing it.
My eyes cross, and my mind fogs with the need to make him mine. My strides get bigger and bigger to meet my dick’s needs.
Once we’re in Jay’s room, I drop him on the bed, and before he can bounce I’m on him. Pressing his body against the mattress, I find the hem of his shirt and slide my hands in. I go straight to his sensitive nipples and pinch them, hard enough to make him moan but not enough to cause real pain. I play with them, changing from pinching to rubbing, and then squeezing them until his arse rises from the bed so he can rub his hard cock against mine.
I remove the T-shirt, and then move down his chest to caress every inch of skin, still teasing him by scraping my nails gently, and I’m rewarded with a whimper that has my cock vibrating with need.
I won’t last, so I reach the button of his jeans and then go to my knees to remove them with his boxers. I pull his legs up one at a time and remove his socks.
His naked body is finally there for me to take, so I lean in for a quick kiss and then pull back again. I reach for the drawer and pull the condom and lube out, and drop them on the bed next to Jay’s hip.
I scoot down a bit more, until my mouth is level with his cock, and without ceremony, I take him in. I lick his tip, tasting his precum and spreading it all over it. Then I engulf him again, and hollowing my cheek, I push down until half of it is inside my mouth. I use my hand to wrap around the rest, and then I bob up and down in quick movements, to bring him to the brink as fast as I can.
“Haden…” I love the alarm in his voice, because he’s where I want him to be, pushing his hips up to go deeper.
I allow him a few strokes, but then I remove my mouth, and he grunts in displeasure.
“Babe, I need more.”
“Soon, Angel,” I say, while opening the lube and squeezing a drop onto my fingers.
