Okay, he’s kissing my chest, so nothing else matters. He's going lower—oh, god, he's going really freaking low.
“Don’t stop.” My voice cracks. “Please.”
“I wouldn't dream of it.” Ian chuckles onto my skin and kisses the hair above the towel, flicking his eyes up as he pauses. My vision goes blurry as my cock jumps. I need… Fuck, I need him to dosomething.
That something ends up being a hand to the small of my back.
He pulls me down and angles his face so our lips collide. I grin into the kiss, accommodating his wandering tongue, and I return the favor with some tongue action of my own. Hopefully smiling through the hottest experience of my life will stave off whatever nerves I got last night.
“Woah, you kiss like you're trying to claim a piece of me,” he says through a gasp of air. “You're amazing.”
That's one way to make me hungry for more. I pull himtoward me, kind of like I actuallyamtrying to claim a piece of him. I have no idea what the hell has gotten into me—I want Ian, and maybe him so clearly wanting me back has me feeling like I'm actually allowed.
“Can’t get enough of you,” I mutter, mindlessly skimming the bottom of his shirt with my fingertips.
Ian groans something unintelligible. It still sounds hot. “Want me to take my shirt off?”
“Yeah, oh my god.”
And he does. He sheds his T-shirt, and that body is as amazing as I remember. His proportions are to die for—broad shoulders and chest, tapering down into a tight waist adorned with the same abs that turned my common sense off yesterday. He's by far the hottest guy I've seen on campus. I might be biased, but to me, nobody else comes close.
I grab onto Ian's thick arms, savoring the sweet resistance beneath my fingers, and try to make sense of the fact that this guy, this perfect fucking guy, wants me.
“You know, I like to think my face isn't half-bad, either,” he jokes.
My response is to kiss his chest, biting at his skin with depraved desperation. Ian grunts and bucks up, placing a finger under my chin and tilting my head so he can kiss me again.
It burns so good, and I’m on the road to full-blown obsession.
“Need you so bad,” I say, barely breaking the kiss.
“You call the shots,” he murmurs. “Tell me what you want.”
My heart jumps into my throat. Nerves prickle in my stomach again, but Ian's caring gaze and the warmth of his arms help to keep me grounded.
“WhatcanI want?” I ask.
I want whatever Ian is willing to give me, nerves be damned.
He runs his hands down my sides. “I can jerk you off, suck your dick, you can bend me over?—”
I chuckle, but my gaze falls to his full, parted lips as he darts histongue out. All I can imagine is how they’d look wrapped around me, and how unreal his hot, wet mouth might feel.
Heat surges down my spine and into my balls.
“Can you use your mouth?” I ask.
He smirks. “What was that? Sorry, I couldn't hear you.”
I groan and suck in a breath before letting my words out. “Please, Ian. Please suck my dick.”
He reaches down, flashing those poster-worthy teeth at me. “My god, yeah. I wanna find out how fucking good you taste.”
With slow, teasing fingers, he palms my aching hard-on through the towel before slipping underneath the fabric and curling around my length. Shivers shoot up my back, and I can't take any more.
“Please take your pants off,” I say. “I want to see all of you.”
Ian shuffles around underneath my thighs to slip his sweats off. My breath catches as I trace my gaze down along his abs, over the neatly trimmed swath of hair below his waist, and onto his full, uncut dick that's pointing straight up at me.
