“Stop joking around. I need you.” To prove my point, I thrust up, my hard cock dragging along his equally hard shaft.
“Okay, okay.” His grin was entirely unapologetic, but he still shifted his weight a little so he could reach between us.
Bypassing our cocks entirely, his fingers danced over my skin, getting closer and closer to my entrance.
My eyes fluttered shut as his fingertips reached my ring of muscles, putting the slightest bit of pressure there.
His lips found mine again, and he swallowed a groan as he increased the pressure, still playfully, not actually trying to enter me yet.
“Lube?” he whispered, almost too quietly for me to hear.
I reached up blindly, trying to find my nightstand at the top end of my bed. I was prepared. Hell, I was prepared in a lot of ways. I’d had the whole fucking day, and I’d spent it anxiously waiting to finally see him again, so… yeah.Prepared.
Eric chuckled and sat up. Immediately missing him, my body ached for his slightly cool skin, for his weight on top of me.
But dear lord, he was a fucking sight. His cock jutting out from him, glistening with precum—no idea if it was mine or his—his abs tightening under my watch.
Yeah, there was no chance in hell he didn’t have some kind of workout routine. No one, no matter the genetics, had a body this sculpted without putting any amount of work into it.
Eric leaned forward, reaching for the lube, and I used the opportunity to lick over his abs, following the ridges of his six-pack.
He gave me a hard stare, but I just giggled, which turned into a yelp as he kneeled between my legs and grabbed my ankle to pull me down a little.
I heard the click of the lube bottle, and my cock twitched. I reached for it, cupping it in my hand and giving it a squeeze to relieve a bit of pressure.
Eric’s eyes glinted as his slick fingers massaged my taint. “That desperate?”
“It’s been a long day. Long time to wait for you to finally show up.”
For a moment, his face… glitched, turning all sad and regretful. But just a blink later, the regret I’d definitely seen was replaced by something else.
“Let me make it up to you,” he whispered as his finger nudged against my hole again, entering easily.
I let out a little moan. “Surprise.”
Eric grinned. “You weren’t kidding when you said you’ve been waiting for a long time, huh? Were you thinking about me when you got yourself ready for me?”
“Who else would I be thinking about?”
He shrugged, but the glint in his eyes told me he was happy with my answer. Happy that there was no one but him.
He pulled out of me, leaving me empty and aching, before two fingers entered me, spreading more cold lube, slicking his thrusts.
My eyes fell shut again as he built a rhythm, my cock leaking onto my stomach.
“Fuck, Eric, I’m ready.”
I didn’t need more fucking foreplay or prep. What I needed was him and his dick in my ass.
“You’re impatient.” Eric shook his head, a couple of strands of hair falling onto his forehead. “Why did I ever think you were meek and innocent?”
I snorted. Never in my life had anyone who’d known me for more than a few minutes thought I was meek.
“I’m neither meek nor innocent. Which is exactly why I’m telling you what I want: for you to get on with it and fuck me.”
If he wanted to, we could talk about me not being shy or whatever when we were done. Now definitely wasn’t the right time for that.
Eric pulled his fingers out, checking in with me one last time, waiting for a nod before he placed his cock at my entrance and slowly but steadily pushed in.
