I give my cock a good tug to take the edge off.
“I can’t make up my mind how I want to get you off.”
He sets his fingertips on the center of his chest and slowly trails them down his body. I try to swallow my groan, and I fail.
“Touch yourself.”
Ziggy hooks my gaze as he wraps those long, capable fingers around his shaft.
“Damn, you’re so hot. Jerk off.”
He does, touching himself with the intimate strokes of familiarity, and I want to learn his body the way he knows it. Want to know exactly what he needs to make him come.
My own dick is aching, desperate to touch, but I can’t make up my mind. I want to take over, but I also want him back in my mouth, and I really want him to turn around and give me a better view of that ass I can’t stop thinking about. Maybe sink my cock into his hole until he’s crying out for more.
My dick gives a warning throb, and I hurry to squeeze it again.
I need to make up my mind.
“Turn around.”
I don’t sound anywhere near as demanding as I’m trying to. Not a surprise, though, when I’m weak for this man.
He sets his forearm against the rock wall and keeps jerking off. His jeans are around his ankles, and his underwear is stretched tight around his thighs, but they’re low enough to expose his ass, and I step forward, needing to touch it.
He fills my hands, and I grab him hard, squeezing the soft flesh and picturing how it would jiggle with him bouncing on my cock. The image is sinful. I want it so much, but I don’t have lube or condoms, and fucking him without them isn’t an option. If I’m the only person he’s ever had sex with, I’m going to make sure I set the standard.
I give in to the urge to touch him, pressing myself against his back and slipping my cock between his legs. My tip is nudging his balls, and Ziggy shivers in my arms.
I box him in and drag my tongue up his neck until I reach his ear. “You are too sexy for words.”
That gets a husky laugh from him.
“I want to devour you.” My hips thrust forward, not able to stop myself. “Touch you. Suck and lick every inch of your body.”
“What else?”
His voice hooks something behind my navel that tugs us together. Seals my need for him in a way I’ve never experienced before. Like separating from him isn’t an option. “I’d make you fly, Ziggy. Make you feel so good you wouldn’t be able to stop from screaming my name.” I spit into my hand and coat my cock with it. Then I slide it back between his thighs.
“Close your legs,” I beg, lips right by his ear. “Squeeze my cock as tight as you can make it.”
He does exactly as I asked, and fuck, it makes me hot. How well we work together, how eager he is to please, and how damn eager I am to make him feel good. This has been building all week, to the point where I had to walk away today before I pinned him to the wall, and the fact that he thought I could possibly be interested in Caroline when he’s been teasing me with all of this is ridiculous.
“You’ve been driving me out of my mind all week,” I tell him, starting to thrust.
“You can talk.”
If he thinks I have anything on him, he’s dead wrong. “Nuh-uh,” I breathe. “Just watching your hands move. Remembering them on my dick. The cute, shy little looks you give me from under your hair. The way your jeans tease at that ass they’re hiding. How sometimes your shirt pulls up and shows off a littleslip of skin. You have no idea how much my mouth waters every time I see it. I’ve got nothing on that.”
His shaky exhales bounce off the wall as he pushes back against me, muscles in his thighs shifting and flexing around my dick in a way that feels indescribable. “What about when you look at me like you’re about to break? The way your eyes go dark. How your jaw tenses. The way you use any excuse to touch me.”
“You noticed that, huh?”
“Kenny …” He laughs darkly, voice thick with arousal. “Ilivefor that.”
Shit. He’s so on edge, it gets me closer. Even naked, the night is warm, and I’m building up a sweat as I move against him. Our bodies are sealed together, skin slapping against skin as I lose control of my thrusts. The scent from his hair is filling my nose, his heavy breathing is on a direct line of access to my balls, and the feel of his body under my hands—his nipples, his chest, his sides and stomach—I’ve lost the ability to process it all.
My balls have tightened, ready, and I need Ziggy to get there first. He’s stopped jerking off to press both hands against the wall in front of him, so I drop one of mine to do it for him.
