“Yes, but at the moment, I’m way more interested inyourcock and balls.” We both freeze.
“I mean, it’s not the worst pickup line,” I say, giving him a pat on the shoulder.
“I can do better, I swear,” he says as he continues our clumsy path down the hallway.
“Shit… sorry,” I say when I hear the sounds of a picture being knocked off the wall.
“Worth it. Completely worth it.”
“Only if we make it to the bed.”
“I’m on it,” he says,finallymaking through the bedroom door and tossing me on the mattress.
I cover my mouth as I let out a giddy squeal, trying to hide the embarrassing sound. It’s a noise I usually save for when I’m by myself or plummeting to earth after jumping out of aperfectly good airplane, as Olly would say.
I push myself up on my elbow, licking my lips as I take in the show.
Olly pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his defined chest and abs. He hides so much under those damn flannel shirts.
He pulls out a condom and a packet of lube, throwing it on the bed. I throw my head back and groan with anticipation of what’s coming.
I bite my lower lip, catching my lip ring between my teeth, bringing a little pain to stave off the tingling in my groin. He looks me straight in the eye, oh so aware of the effect he’s having on me as he unbuttons his slacks.
“Wait, turn around first. I want to see your ass one last time in those slacks.”
He slowly spins in a circle.
“Fuck… then we need to hang them like a championship flag.”
He jiggles his ass like a damn flag in the sky.
“Gawh, you’re killing me, Olly.”
Slowly, ever-so-fucking slowly, Olly slides his slacks down just below his ass cheeks, and my breath gets caught in my throat.
“I spoke too soon. Are you wearing a jock?”
Olly looks over his shoulder and wiggles his brows before sliding the jock down his legs, everything piling at his feet.
I hiss as I squeeze my cock, which is downright painfully hard, confined in these uncomfortable leather pants.
He turns around now, standing completely naked in front of me. I see the heat in his eyes. He’s practically vibrating with need, and it’s all directedat me. The thrill of it shoots down my spine before landing in my groin, my cock throbbing.
He kneels on the bed, crawling up my body, his fingers unbuttoning and slowly unzipping my pants. My cock twitches with anticipation at the sound. In one fluid motion, Olly pulls down my leather pants and my cock springs free, slapping against my stomach.
“Why is that so hot?” he groans.
Precum pools at my tip, and he brings his tongue down to lap it up. “Fuck,” I whimper when he moves away to kiss up my chest, taking the fabric of my shirt with him.
He takes each nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting on the piercings, giving them the perfect amount of attention. “Fuck, if you continue to play with those, I’m gonna come,” I gasp, and Olly chuckles.
He glides my hands over my head, bringing the fabric of my shirt with them.
“So fucking beautiful Jasper.”
Our bodies align, and our cocks press together. My legs go around his back, encouraging his hips to move. He just needs to keep them moving as he slowly rocks. He kisses me again, rising above me, the weight of his body keeping me down, like a security blanket.
He rolls us so we’re on our sides, grabbing my leg and pulling it over his hip. The position leaves me open as his hand roams over my ass and his finger circles my needy hole.
