Eric shrugged, eyes boring into me. His coat was already gone, carelessly flung over the backrest of my couch, but Eric wasn’tdone. He reached for the hem of his pullover, his eyes never leaving me.
“I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I’m not going to the gym. This is just the way I am.”
Said the person with a fuckingsix-pack.
“Sure.” He must’ve noticed the snark in my voice, but then again, I hadn’t done anything to mask it.
“It’s true. I used to work out whenever I had the chance before the… accident. Do you really want to argue about my possible fitness routine right now? If you want us to go for a run more often, we can. If you want us to go to the gym together, we can. But right now, I’m not in the mood for a gym visit. I had a different kind of workout in mind.”
And with that, he unceremoniously dropped his pants.
Holy fucking shit, he’d been going commando.
His cock slapped against his taut belly as his lips tilted into a daring smirk, his hand casually wrapping around his erection.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, scrambling to get my clothes off.
He was right—why waste time with a nonsensical argument? So yeah, maybe he naturally had the strength of the Hulk and the build of some kind of Olympian athlete. Genes were funny that way, and I wasn’t about to complain about his near-perfect physique. Seriously, the one thing I could probably complain about was his muscles being too hard and not soft and cuddly enough.
I was still busy stripping off my sweatpants as the bed dipped, and Eric helped me along by ripping off the offending piece of fabric with a grunt.
Then he was on to me again, his body weight pressing me deeper into the mattress.
My hands slid up and down his back, following the dips and planes of his muscles, his skin cold to the touch but heating slowly.
His cock brushed against mine, the friction sending sparks through my body.
I could feel Eric grinning against my lips as he lightly thrust against me for a second time before pulling back, hovering over me.
Two could play that game. I grabbed the globes of his ass and pulled him down, hooking my leg around his for good measure.
Eric let out a little surprised laugh, but didn’t seem to mind—quite the opposite, actually. He ground his cock against mine, his glutes flexing in my hands.
I moaned, and Eric dipped his tongue deeper into my mouth, arms caging me in, hands brushing my hair out of my face in a surprisingly gentle gesture.
“God, Finn, look at you,” he mumbled, voice laced with so much desire it hurt to hear. “Been waiting for this for so long.”
“Me too,” I said. The week had felt like months.
Eric snorted as if I’d just made the most hilarious joke ever, but he didn’t say anything. He just watched me with those intense blue eyes, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone.
“What do you want?” he asked.
My chest was still heaving from our kiss, my cock aching.
“You,” I said.
Eric grinned, his thumb following the shape of my lips.
“You got me.”
“In me.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stand to look away from Eric for more than a second. There was just so much going on in his face, so many emotions flickering through his eyes, it seemed impossible to grasp them all before they were gone.
Sliding his thumb into my mouth, he quirked a smile. “That what you mean?”
I couldn’t help it—I bit him. Not hard, but hard enough for him to feel it.
