Eric doesn’t laugh, though; his gaze is locked with mine, hypnotizing me with his stormy gray eyes. I find myself tilting my head to the side to press against his warm palm. This is not me. I am not this tactile person. What is he doing to me? And why don’t I hate it?
“As funny as a conversation with ‘dead’ Jordan was, I prefer you alive much, much better.”
He brings our lips together again. The kiss is soft at first, the kind you would expect on the first date: tender and exploratory. But I need more. Pressing my body into him and forcing our cocks to brush against each other, I attack his mouth. He responds with the urgent need I expected. His hands drop from my face to roam over my back, before settling on my ass. Unfortunately, the damn fabric between us is blocking the skin-to-skin contact that I crave so much. I reach down to take off my T-shirt, but my lips are fused to his, so I end up with it tangled around my neck.That will have to do.
One of his hands snakes under the waistband of my sweats, teasing me there, then sliding lower until his fingers are right between my cheeks.
“Mmmm… Yes, right there, Dimples.” I moan, pushing back against the finger that he’s tapping against my hole. His lips start to kiss and nip down along my jaw, only to be stopped by my damn T-shirt.
Gripping the offending material, I drag it off and throw it somewhere on the floor behind me. As I roll my neck to give Eric better access to it, his finger continues its teasing rhythm on my hole. The sensations overwhelm my body and I shiver in his arms. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I register his other hand gripping my hips with strong fingers, before it starts rocking my groin against his.
He withdraws his hand from my sweats and I groan in protest.
“Nooo, go back.”
He grabs my jaw, bringing my face down. “I’ve got you, babe.” He kisses me gently, then brings two fingers to my mouth. “Now, suck.”
Kinky, I like it. I could tell him there’s lube in the nightstand, but where’s the fun in that?
I feast on his fingers like it’s my last meal. I love the way his eyes darken with need as he watches me slip my tongue out and moan like I do when I have his dick in my mouth. With a growl, he pulls his fingers from my mouth and shoves his hand back down my sweatpants.
“Do it, Eric.” I sound like a starved animal. I want him so bad.
I feel one finger pushing at my ring. I want to be good and let him tease me again, but my body has other ideas. Bearing down, I groan loudly as my hole pulls his finger in. But it’s not enough. I’m a greedy little bottom. “More… give me more,” I whine. Fuck, I have never been this needy in my life. With him, I always want more. It should scare the shit out of me, but it doesn’t andthatis terrifying.
“Hey. Stay with me.” His gentle voice snaps me back to attention, and when our eyes lock, he enters me with two fingers, hitting the spot just right.
“Oh, God, yes.” I barely recognise my own voice right now. I already feel that tingle deep inside warning me that I'm not going to last long. My hips start to grind harder against his shaft, bringing the sexiest sounds out of him. He doesn’t stop his assault on my prostate. I almost see stars as I reach between us to free my dick. My movements become frantic, losing all rhythm.
“I’m gonna—”
“What the fuck?” A shrill voice cuts through the moment. I know who it belongs to, but I’m too far gone to stop. I hide my face in Eric’s neck and try really hard not to shudder and moan with the aftershocks still rolling through me. Either way, I just painted my boyfriend's lovely button-up shirt with jizz while my best friend watched.
“Well, this is awkward.”
Oh, great—Gavin’s here too. My best friend and his husband just saw my come face. Kill me now.
“Hey, guys. Can you, uhm… give us a second?” Eric asks, clearing his throat and gathering himself quicker than I ever could. My brain is still rebooting after coming so hard, and Eric's fingers are definitely still in my ass.
“Jordan, I'll be in the kitchen waiting. You have some explaining to do.” Pete sounds pissed. Why the fuck ishepissed?Heburst in onme.
Since my face is still hidden in the crook of Eric's neck, I can’t see if they've gone yet, so I stay where I am for now. They already got the money shot, no need for them to see the aftermath as well.
“We’re alone,” Eric whispers, with a hint of a laugh to his tone.
“I’m so sorry. I have no idea why they’re here.”
“No worries. But I should probably make myself scarce.”
“What? No, don’t go. I had plans for us.”
“You and me both, Lashes, but the universe spoke and our first official date came to an amazing if not awkward end. Start as you mean to go on, I guess.” He chuckles, because of course he had to remind me of how this date started.
“Ugh. I’m so sorry—”
“Don’t. It was the best first date ever.” His words wake up something inside of me.
“Yeah?” I ask in disbelief. “You got some kind of weird puke fetish?”
