“Who could resist something like this?” he teased, gesturing down to us. “We must be the hottest thing on the West Coast.”
“Maybe you are,” I mumbled. “I can’t imagine librarians are really Maddox’s thing.”
“Why not?” Gunner asked, leaning back and riding his cock up against mine a little harder. From the glint in his eyes, I knew it wasn’t an accident. “I think you’re hot, and I’m just as much of a badass as Maddox is.”
I pulled myself up on my elbows, resting my hands on his thighs. It felt good to be beneath him, like his weight was stopping me from freaking out and running away. “But I’m not hot,” I objected. “I’m handsome, and I have nice features, but I’m not hot. Motorcycles are hot. Tough guys with tattoos are hot. Nerds in sweaters? Not hot.”
He tugged at my sweater. “I don’t know about that. Something about this look makes me want to strip you down right here and get back to business.”
“Great,” I said sarcastically, adjusting my glasses. “The best thing about my fashion is that you want to take it off of me.”
“Damn straight I do,” he answered, staring me straight in the eye. Thrusting his hand down to my side, he grabbed my ass, squeezing just hard enough to make me suck in a sharp breath of air. “And the second I get back here, you know I’m going to take my time. I know how tight that hole is, and I’ll never forget the sounds you make when I start warming you up.”
My lip trembled as he looked down at me, grinning and giving me this look like he was going to devour me whole right there. I’d never had someone talk about me that way, but his filthy mouth was helping me see myself as actually desirable for the first time.
I didn’t know why I never got that feeling from polite guys. It’s not like I wanted to sleep around or go exploring my kinkier fantasies with every gruff man I could find. From a young age, I’d always imagined myself in a committed, serious relationship, and I’d fantasized about a guy asking me to spend the rest of my life with him and settling down together to make a home.
So why did all of those fantasies fly out the window the second Gunner started flirting with me? Why did him talking about my “tight hole” make me feel giddy in a way I had never before imagined?
I glanced up to the house and heard the sound of rock music piping through the stereo. A few birds called from the forest, and when the wind blew through the trees, little droplets of water trickled down from the leaves. “He can probably see us,” I said, gesturing toward the house.
Gunner shrugged. “So what? He didn’t say we’re not allowed to touch each other.”
I rubbed my hand up his thigh, feeling his firm muscles. For a second, we stayed just like that, my hands exploring his body and Gunner grinning down, allowing me all the time I needed. I watched as his cock grew harder and bigger in his jeans, and when my hand reached his side, I allowed myself to feel his ass, taut and full.
I looked to the house again, the sun glinting off the windows, and then back at Gunner. He began to rock his hips and ride me a little harder, dangling his fingers along my side.
“Just kiss me,” I said suddenly, desire filling me up from the core. “Just… just kiss me, okay?”
Gunner leaned forward, still rocking his hips. He pressed his lips against my ear and whispered softly, his warm breath tickling me, “You want me to kiss you, Malcolm?”
“Yes,” I gasped, curling my leg around his and pulling him closer. “Just kiss me.”
“My prince,” he whispered. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
Another bird called across the yard as he slowly trailed his lips along my cheek, landing at last on my lips.
And then, as though the rest of the world had disappeared, I kissed him back.
