Having climbed me like a pole, apt analogy, Cory is in my arms, his insanely muscular legs wrapped around my waist, his perfectly plump ass in my hands. His roam my chest, tweaking my nipples as he sucks at my neck. “God dammit, Jimmy. You are such a man.”
“A good thing, I hope.”
“A very good thing.” My dick throbs, goosebumps igniting as he drags his tongue over my Adams apple, then up until he reaches my chin. “Can I kiss you, Jimmy? Please say yes. I think I might die if you don’t.”
In reply, I crash my mouth onto his, a heady moan escaping as my tongue traces his bottom lip, before forcing its way inside. His tongue is smooth, wet and warm. Lips plump and soft. I want them all over me. Sucking me. Drinking me down.
Mouths entwined, I’m only cognizant that we’re in the bedroom when the back of my legs press against the mattress, causing me to lose balance. Rolling with it, with me, Cory presses his palms into my chest and we topple onto the freshly laid sheets. “Do you remember what I wanted to do to you,” he pants between kisses.
“Are you kidding? I think I’ll remember it ‘til the day I die.”
“So can I?” he asks, breathless. “Can I ride your face while you play with my nipples and suck me off?”
Before I can reply, he’s reaching for the neck of his tee, tugging it over his head to reveal pale skin, a consolation of freckles dusting his shoulders, and the two prettiest, pinkest nipples I’ve ever seen. “Holy … Cory. They’re even more perfect in real life.” Wasting no time, I grip his waist and hoist him over my stomach, until his ass hovers above my pecs. While there, he obligingly lowers his boxers, freeing a disproportionately large, hard, weeping cock.
“Put me down, Jimmy. I need to ride you.” I nod, ‘cause what the hell do I say to that, and do as she pleads, lowering him until he straddles my chest. Once seated, he folds forward, lips ghosting over mine. “God, I’m so hard.”
“I know. Let me take care of that for you.”
Muscle shifts deliciously beneath flesh as he leans back, allowing me to run my hand over that patch of freckles before taking grip of his ass and shifting him forward, stopping only when his leaking dick taps my cheek. All it takes is a slight drop of my chin and, yes, that big hard dick is against my lips.
This. This is what I needed.
Cory blinks down at me, unfairly long lashes fluttering.
Fuck, he’s stunning. “Suck me, Jimmy. Suck my fucking brains out.” And needy.
I groan my agreement, nuzzling, breathing him in. “You smell so good.”
As much as I want to take him hard and fast, it has been a while, so I start small, using my tongue to glide over the soft, velvety underside, teasing his slit, before wrapping lips around him and giving an exploratory suck. Seconds later, his hands are in my hair, he’s rocking into me, my nails are digging into that ass, I’m opening wide, taking him all the way to the back of my throat.
“Jimmy. Your mouth.” I’m already so lost in his panted, shaken breaths, and his filthy sounds, that when the sweet and salty taste of him hits my tongue and slides over my pallet, I lose it. I release my grip on his ass and slap my palms over his chest, molding the muscle before coasting my fingertips over those insane nipples. “Cory,” I whine around his girth. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Of course, it’s then, right as I apply my first moan inducing, cock pulsing nip-twist, that my phone rings. Discarded somewhere between here and the lounge, it rings then rings again. And again and again. Since I’m currently attached to a hot man like a 1950’s phone operator, I’d rather not figure out its exact location, but then I remember.
Gone is the somewhat carefree James of a year ago. I’m now one half of a team responsible for the health and happiness of another human.
Fuck this.
I release Cory’s nipple, slide my hands up his smooth chest, and allow myself a brief moment tracing shallows of his clavicle, before cupping his face. “Cory?—”
“No, no, no,” he whines. “You’re kidding me right? Ignore it. Please.”
“Sorry, I can’t.” Shaking my head, I grip his waist and roll him off my chest. “I’ll just be a second.”
On all four, I forage, the phone ringing out three more times before I feel it buried inside my jeans pocket, beneath his tee, behind the sofa. It’s silent as my fingers slide inside the denim, but rings again as I pull it free. This isn’t going to be good.
Head cast down, fingers pinching the bridge of my noise, I answer, “Faithy, what’s wrong? Is Dyl okay?”
“No, he woke not long after you left and he’s really heightened, Jamie. I’ve tried everything but I can’t settle him. He just smashed a mirror. Can you come home?”
“Absolutely, sweetheart. Sit tight, I’ll be home as soon as I can.” Before I can even disconnect the call, a pillow lands squarely in the back of my head.
“Guys like you make me sick. You’re fucking around in your rented sin-shack, when you’ve got a wife and kid at home.”
“What?” I turn in the direction of the bedroom just as a shirtless Cory hops by, one leg in his sweats, my red hand prints visible on his pecs. “Sin-shack? What does that even mean?”
Clearly flustered, his waistband snaps against his abs as he hastily rushes to the door. “It means you should be ashamed of yourself, asshole. Consider yourself blocked.”
