But the second my fingertips graze where his sweatpants tent up,Nil pulls back. He’s panting a little. His lips are so pink. His eyes look heavy-lidded, in a way that makes me want to kiss him stupid all over again.
“Stan,” he whispers. “We’re at the gym.”
“So? No one’s here.” I say, honest as hell. Hard as hell too. “No one ever comes here but us. I don’t even know when the others shower. I don’t wanna ask.”
Nil chuckles and places his hand on my chest. His palm’s so warm through my shirt, right over a tattoo I’d forgotten was there.
I’d care and overthink it, but his thumb moves. A gentle stroke I’m pretty sure counts as foreplay.
So I slide a hand into the waistband of his sweats, then a few inches below it, until I’m feelinghisinches, with the impressive shape of him so hard in my hand.
His breath stutters. His lashes flutter. My cock throbs so damn desperate I almost moan.
“Ocean Eyes,” I whisper, moving in closer to prove my point. “I want more of you.”
“You can’t say things like that,” he snaps.
“Huh,” I say. “What should I say then? How big and thick your d—”
“Stan.” Nil’s face goes red.
“What? I’m being respectful. I haven’t even said anything about wanting to lick your long c—”
“Stan.Please.”
“Oh my god,” I whisper. “You like it when I talk dirty.”
“No, I don’t.”
“You totally do.”
“Stan—”
But I don’t let him finish because I kiss him again, slow this time, just to see how he reacts when I stop being filthy and start being gentle.
He melts into me. His hands slide up my arms. His lips move against mine with this unhurried pressure that guts me worse than the hungry kisses he gave me earlier.
It’s everything I wish I had the words to tell him I want, and everything I didn’t think I ever deserved.
I grab him by the collar, and he falls back on the bench. I follow him down and grind hard against him.
He groans into our kiss, and I part his lips with my tongue.
“Stan…” he sounds like he’s trying to say more.
“Too tasty to stop,” I mumble against his mouth.
“We’ll break this bench.”
“Okay, so bed?”
“Bed,” he agrees, chuckling as I stand up and take him with me.
Nil barely has time to get his balance before I’m hauling him upright. He’s breathing hard. His cheeks are flushed. He’s so cute. So sexy. So hot.
He’s…perfect. I’m screwed. Or going to get screwed. Either way, it’s turning out to be a good day.
We stumble toward the door together. Well,Istumble. Nil tries to be the stable one, which is adorable, because the second my hand drags down his hip, he nearly walks into a stationary bike. “Careful,” I say, grinning.
