“Yes! The soundtrack, the style, the Frog brothers? And that final line… come on!”
“Yeah, but they lost me with those maggots in the rice carton.” I shudder and he giggles.
“Well I don’t care what you say, it’s still one of my favorite films of all time, and you have to admit, the vampires are insanely hot!”
“What is it with you and those hot vampires?” I ask, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him onto my lap.
“I don’t know…” he whispers, his eyes darting between mine and my lips.
“Maybe it’s a fantasy of yours,” I smirk, leaning forward and dragging my teeth across his neck.
He whimpers at my touch, grinding his hips into me. I grip his ass and pull him even closer, moving my mouth to his shoulder where I bite down and gently suck. I stop myself before I make too much of a mark, and he kisses me, wrapping his arms around my neck, continuing to move against me.
“Fuck,” I moan, loving the feel of him straddling me.
“This is okay?”
“More than okay,” I murmur. “I’ve jerked off so many times to the thought of you riding my cock like this.”
“You have? You mean like how you said, me being on top?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Would it work with you holding me like this?” he asks, his voice nervous and unsure. “I mean, being up here with me, so I can kiss you.”
“Instead of me lying back?” I ask, and he nods. “Yeah, we can make this work, but there’s no pressure, are you not still sore from the weekend?”
“No, I want to feel you again, but I might need your help.”
“You know I’ve got you, baby. You wanna get undressed?”
He grins and nods, grabbing the bottom of my T-shirt and pulling it up over my head.
“It’s much easier than when you’re standing,” he chuckles.
I take his shirt off too and slide my hands under his sweats and boxers, enjoying the smooth skin of his ass.
“Kneel up, baby.”
He does as I ask, and I pull them down, chuckling as we both shuffle around so he can take them off fully, before pulling off my own.
“And that’s easier when we’re standing up,” he laughs.
“But I like having you here,” I say, pulling him back onto my lap so he’s straddling me again, this time our skin touching everywhere.
“I like being here,” he whispers.
I take my time, kissing him, stroking my hands along his back and over his ass, while he focuses on my hair, running his fingers through and gripping it.
“This feels amazing,” I moan, “I’d be happy just doing this with you.”
“I know, but I want more.”
I rest my forehead against his. “Use your words, baby.”
“I want you inside me again.”
I get the lube from my drawer and pour some in my hand, rubbing it over my cock, before reaching around to touch him. He gasps and lifts at the contact.
