“Please,” he hisses. “I’m close. Too close.”
“Good.” I drag wet, messy kisses down his neck. “Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”
He shudders, the friction around my dick almost too much. He’s sticky with my precum, and he’s pressing back as desperately as if he were riding me. Fuck, I want that so bad. My teeth dig into his shoulder as I hold back the need to come.
He’s going to be first.
I’ll edge myself all night if I have to.
“I still can’t believe it,” I murmur.
“What?”
“That no one else has ever touched you.”
He makes a dismissive noise as he thrusts into my fist.
“I mean it.” My words come out harshly. “They have no idea what they were missing out on. I’m going to hear your cute little moans for the rest of my life.”
And like he’s trying to seal my fate, he moans. Hoarse, soft, in the back of his throat, like he’s trying to stop it but can’t.
“That’s it. Just like that.” I suck on the closest stretch of skin I can reach. “Let me hear you.”
“No, no, no-no,no.” His dick pulses, and he covers the wall with his release. Every twitch, every throb, every muffled sound of his pleasure has mine crashing down over me. I come so hard, blackness kicks in for a second, but I grip his hips hard and don’t slow down until my balls are empty, and a rush of calm passes through me and makes my limbs light.
I fold forward against his back, breathing deeply, face pressed to smooth skin, and never wanting to move in my life.
He speaks too soon. “Well, fuck. Was really trying to last longer than that.”
He sounds half-drunk, half-asleep, and a surge of satisfaction ripples through me.
I did that.
And I want to keep on doing that.
Well, our friendship lasted all of five seconds. I know I’m supposed to regret my lack of self-control or whatever, but Ziggy with flushed cheeks and messy hair and bright eyes only makes me thankful to have shit all willpower.
“I think we have a problem,” I say, stepping into my briefs and pulling them back up.
The confusion that ripples across his brow is adorable, and I lean in to press a kiss to it.
“I don’t think we can be friends.”
“You don’t want to be friends with me?” he mutters, soft as a breath, but when I meet his eyes, the teasing in them is impossible to miss.
“I’dloveto be friends with you, but considering the things I want to do to you are incredibly unfriendly, I don’t see how it would work.”
“Felt friendly to me.”
I catch my laugh, looking around with an uncontrollable smile on my face. “So. Where’s your place?”
His eyes dart to the side, expression immediately closing off as he tugs his jeans up.
“Wait … why do I get the feeling you don’t want to show me?”
He opens his mouth, then quickly closes it again. Wary eyes search mine, and then with a huff, he turns on his heel and walks into the mine shaft right by us.
I wait a beat for him to come back, and when he doesn’t, I follow him. As I creep around the corner, I’m half expecting a bear or a mountain lion to jump out at me.
