“She’s a hen,” he grumbles, then drops his head back as he laughs. I grin, trailing my lips along the lines of his neck.
When his head comes back up, our mouths finally come together. It feels like I haven’t tasted him in weeks. Months. I groan into his mouth, soaking up the heat I’ve been missing. There’s something sweet, like sugar. Something tangy, like alcohol. Just hints. Little notes mixed into Lemon’s natural taste.
I drag my hand over him, searching for a seam or a button or something. His back is smooth, his ass just as smooth. The straps on his shoulder are smooth.
Pulling my mouth from his, I ask, “Did you glue this thing to you?”
Lemon snorts. “No.”
“How do I take it off?”
His smile is beautiful as he pulls his hand from my pants. I watch closely, expecting him to produce a zipper out of nowhere. But instead, he peels it off him like it’s made of rubber. Or elastic. It stretches.
“Damn,” I mutter as he shimmies out of it, revealing his naked body underneath. I wet my lips. “Seriously, Lemon, no underwear?”
“They leave lines,” he says, kicking his suit aside and leaving him wonderfully exposed in front of me.
This is the first time I’ve looked at his body like this. Seeing it completely revealed to me. He’s lean, as I knew. Thin. I can see his ribs when he breathes, but his stomach has the hint of abdominal muscles. His hips are narrow, his thighs are muscular even though he’s small.
Lemon Frost is absolutely remarkable.
“Turn around,” I murmur, my eyes flickering to his face.
He has his lower lip between his teeth. I’ve never seen him look nervous like this. But he does. He turns and shows me his back.
His skin is smooth, taut. His ass is round and sexy. Even from behind, he is a gorgeous man.
I take a step closer and drop to my knees, softly running my hands up his legs until I get to his ass where I can take both round globes in my hands. I press my lip to the top of his crack before biting one supple cheek. He inhales sharply.
“I’ll prep while you get undressed,” he says quietly.
Reluctantly, I let him go and get back to my feet. “I want to watch,” I tell him.
His cheeks are pink as he nods. I watch him closely as he unzips his chicken and pulls out the supplies he has stashed in there—a handful of condoms and a small tube of lube. It reminds me of the travel sized bottles you get at the store that’ll fit in your carry on. Since he made it on a plane with it, it’s apparently the right size.
I’m unbuttoning my shirt when he lifts one leg onto the bed, keeping his back to me while he begins to finger himself. For a minute, I’m completely transfixed as I watch, forgetting entirely what I’m supposed to be doing.
“I had no idea that’s so hot,” I murmur, snapping myself out of it. Lemon shifts to look at me over his shoulder.
I feel like a starved man as I start roughly pulling at my clothes. I’ve never felt like I’m in so many layers as I do right now. It takes me far too long to get undressed and move behind him. Immediately, I add my finger to his hole and sink in. I press my lips along his spine as he groans and together, we prepare him for my dick.
“Another finger,” he says, and I search blindly for the lube before I comply with his demand. He pulls his hand away, bracing himself on the bed, gently rocking back toward me as I stretch him.
I can’t truly see his face from this position, but he’s so sexy. The lines of his body. The way his head hangs, his heavy breathing and the curls of his hair starting to get a little wild.
Pressing kisses to his skin, I gently move him up the bed and take my hand away. He shifts to watch as I put a condom on and apply some more lube. His eyes meet mine as I hover over his body, bringing my face to his so I can attempt an awkward kiss in this position.
It’s not pretty or sexy and we end up laughing more than actually kissing.
By the time I’m pushing inside him, I’m so hot I feel like I’ve been baking in the sun for hours with no reprieve. His body is super tight. Like he’s never done this before. And he feels like a damn furnace.
I bring his body down so we’re on our sides as I slowly work my way into him. Not because I think he needs gentleness right now, but because I can’t catch my breath. I want this to last. This is the first time we’re not sneaking around at school. There isn’t somewhere either of us is supposed to be. There’s nothing looming overhead that we might be late for in a few hours if we linger too long.
And… I’m separated from my wife. While I’m not divorced yet, it’s filed. My relationship is over. This isn’t wrong anymore.
Closing my eyes, I press my face to the back of his neck as I take possession of his body. Burying myself deep and then pulling out again. His breaths are harsh and ragged, loud. Matching mine punch for punch.
“Still hate me, Lemon?” I murmur.
