Huh. Yesterday, I found him reclined on the bed, buck naked with only a blanket covering his crotch, beckoning me over with a shit-eating grin and an irresistible lick of his lips.
That could be something to work toward. I chuckle as I toss my shirt away, before hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my sweats. Going completely naked, entirely unprompted, still makes my gut twist a little.
Ian should be home any second now, and I can't wait to see his face. Then he can take my pants off for me.
Ha, I’m being the kind of wicked temptress my parents told me to avoid at all costs, seducing men with nothing more than bare skin and harlotry.
I don't give a damn what my parents think anymore, but even if I did, they never told me not tobea wicked temptress.
Smiling to myself, I discard my sweatpants too, and as I’m deciding whether I should cover upsomething, the lock clicks. Bolting across the room, I make it to the couch to take my positionbefore Ian opens the door, and I lie back with a hand tucked casually behind my head and my shirt on top of my crotch.
“Hey, Cal,” he says, tossing his keys into the basket next to the front door. “How was your?—”
He stops dead in his tracks the millisecond he rounds the corner.
“Motherfuck.” He drags his molten eyes over me, greedy and intense. A lopsided smile curls across his lips, and he drops his gear bag on the floor, stepping closer.
“Is anything wrong?” I ask with fake concern. “You're awfully quiet.”
“Cocky, are we?” Ian rolls his eyes and plants his palms on my chest, leaning down to kiss me. It's gentle, like all his casual kisses, but there's a certain hunger behind every brisk swipe of his tongue across my teeth, which turns me on to no end.
“My god, you’re a fucking dream,” he mutters, moving his hands lower. He starts to bend down like he always does, and I hook a hand under his arm to stop him.
“I was thinking we could try something different,” I say. “Bedroom?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice. I have to shower first, though. There was a line in the locker room after practice, and I stink.”
“Mmm, sexy sweaty jock. Gimme.” Did I read that line on the internet somewhere? Yeah, I did, but I still play into it.
Ian freezes before pressing his lips together and snickering. He's unable to hold back, and he bends over, laughing his ass off and resting his forehead on mine. “Cal, you're a hidden gem. Never change, buddy.”
“You take ages in the shower,” I complain. “I don't know if I can wait that long.” For effect, I grab his wrist to stop him from walking away. Purely as a joke, of course.
“Hey, let me take a shower,” he says, and because I'm already being cheeky, I keep up the act and don't let go.
He snorts, stilling for a moment. “Alright, Cal. You asked for it.”
I don't have time to wonder what he means because he twists around, tackling me onto my back, and?—
Ohfuck. He's pinning my arms above my head, and my only complaint is that he isn’t holding tighter.
“That's what bad boys get,” he teases, nudging my barely-covered erection with his knee.
Out of instinct, I try to bring my arms down, and as soon as I feel him put more weight on my wrists to stop me from moving, I immediately relax.
Call me weird, but Idon'twant to break free. Ian is super strong, and I can't move an inch.
That predicament sends a tidal wave of arousal straight to my groin. My already-hard dick stiffens even more, which I didn't even think was possible, and it starts tohurt.
What the hell?
He pulls off me, chucking gently and swatting my shoulder with the front of his hand. He says something to me, and I don't respond, instead trying to make sense of what just happened.
The shower turning on snaps me out of my unproductive speculating, and I shake my head.
I got real close to Ian, who has ridiculous sex appeal even when he’s sweaty. That's why I got aroused. Palming myself, I will him to hurry up and shower faster, because damn, I'mdyingto get my hands on his cock and make him feel good.
Look at me, getting this comfortable with sex.
