I let out a low “Yikes” before tugging off my own black tee.
“Pretty sure she noticed how uncomfortable I was, or something else, and quickly apologized. It’s going to be so hard to tell her when she comes.”
I’m not going to comment, I don’t think it will be, personally, but I like to see him squirm a little.
“We’ll address it when the time comes.” Dropping my pants, I glance over my shoulder to find him staring. He quickly looks away, strips his jeans, and slips into bed. I’m pleased he doesn’t ask for anything of mine to wear—him in just his boxers is both torturous and beautiful.
I reach for sweats but think better of it. Small space, warm bodies; I’ll be hot enough.
Letting them drop, I switch off the last light and cross the room to the bed. Sliding in behind him, I wrap an arm around his stomach and pull him flush against me.
“Thanks,” I whisper against his ear.
“For?” He shifts his hips, inadvertently rubbing his ass against my abdomen and cock that’s slowly hardening.
“Not suggesting another bed.”
A soft, almost moan-like sound escapes his throat. “Remember, I’m the smart one. Why the fuck wouldn’t I want this?”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his shampoo—vanilla and honey. Sweet but not overpowering. I want that smell,him, everywhere I am. On the sheets, on my clothes, my truck—imprinted in my nose, etched in my brain.
Yes, I’m obsessed.
“Good…” I bite my tongue, not letting theboyslip out. It isn’t just me who likes this. The small bumps rising on his skin tell me so.
“We should sleep.” His voice is uncertain, unconvincing. I run my fingers up and down his stomach, tracing the line between his boxers and his belly button.
“Definitely… not…”
My fingers dip just under the elastic, the only barrier between me and what I want.
Then, he lets out a soft, broken whimper.
Awhimper. Oh, fuckme.
“Sunshine,” I croon. “You keep that noise up, I’ll fuck you right here for our first time, and I don’t know if you can be quiet enough for that.”
In a hushed whisper, he says, “Keo, please… touch me.”
I drop my mouth to the curve of his neck and suck on his pebbled skin. My hand slips beneath his boxers, wrapping around his already hard cock.
Quickly, I slide my other arm under his head and press my hand over his mouth. He moans into my palm, and goddamn, I can’t help but grind my hips against his back. The friction of his ass against my clothed dick rips a groan from my throat.
He tilts his head back, and I drag my lips up to his ear, biting down on it. The moment he thrusts in my grip, I chuckle. “You want more?”
His nod makes me release both his mouth and his cock.
I shift over him, tossing the blanket aside before tugging at his boxers. The room isn’t completely dark; a red light casts enough glow for me to catch his eyes widening in shock. The instant his length slaps against his abdomen, I no longer care to meet his gaze—Ilook down instead.
The thick vein at the base pulses as his cock twitches under my stare, and I can’t help but lick my lips.
“W-What are you doing?” he whispers.
Without answering, I slide down his body, dragging my lips across his stomach to hips. My fingers graze along his thighs before attempting to push them apart. As I’m met with resistance, I snap my gaze up to see him looking at me like I’ve lost my damn mind.
“Are you stopping me?”
“No… Yes… What are you doing?”
