Stone relaxes. “Yeah, I want that, too.”
I smile and drag my hands down to his hips. I slide across his belly and down to the waist of his jeans, then slip a finger through his beltloop. “Good.”
There’s a lot we should still probably talk about. Like, what does it mean if you have real sex with your fake boyfriend? Is this a one-time thing?
Does some part of me want it to be more?
But none of that really matters. What matters is that we both want this right now, and no matter how many bullies and assholes have tried to stop us, we’re here.
We’re together.
“Show me those tattoos,” I say, pulling his shirt up and over his head. “All of them. Now.”
Stone chuckles as I trace my fingers over his ink. The black drawings stretch all the way up his right arm, ending at the illustration of Jupiter, which stretches to his clavicle. His left arm is less filled, with the lines ending at his bicep. There’s anXover his heart, like a promise, and a snake crawling down his thigh.
My cock pulsing and heat flaring behind my balls, I dive down and kiss him again. Stone’s puffy lips devour me as he tears at my clothes, tugging my shirt off and unbuttoning my jeans. My muscles start to twitch, like my body is taken over by this involuntary, desperate need.
Fuck, I haven’t responded like this since I was with Milo.
Delirious, I pull my lips back, grab Stone’s hand, and shove two of his fingers in my mouth. I suck on them, sloppy and greedy, working them like I would work his cock for a blowjob. Stone’s fingers are long and hard as he curves them, feeling the inside of my mouth, and saliva drips down my chin.
“Fuck,” he gasps as he pinches one of my hard nipples. “You’re so sexy.”
I twitch. “You,” I gasp, his fingers still in my mouth. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Stone.”
We go back to kissing, throwing our bodies together. Our pants end up on the ground, and, both down to our boxer briefs, we enjoy another long stretch of rubbing our cocks together.
His stiff length is like a lightning rod of pleasure. I grip us through our underwear, and Stone uses the chance to flip me onto my back, crawling up on top again.
“What do you want to do?” I ask, stroking his cock with my palm and rubbing my legs against his. “What sounds hot to you?”
Stone blinks. “Hot to me?”
I laugh at the serious look that falls on his face, like he’s taking the question to heart. “Yeah, hot to you,” I say, tracing the tattooedXwith my finger. “You’re the straight-ish guy, after all. And I know I’ll be happy.” I squeeze his cock and feel it pulse. “This is all I need.”
Stone lets out a slow breath, his body quivering against me. “I guess I want to… get you off?” he says, like it’s a question. “That sounds hot. I’ve been thinking about that.”
Okay, maybe I need to throw the straight-ish idea out the window altogether because that is fucking hot. “You’ve been thinking about getting me off?”
Stone offers me his half-smile. “Just a few times,” he admits. “I was wondering what your face would look like.”
I drag my lips across his and tangle my fingers in his hair. “Fuck yeah,” I groan. “Watch me.”
We pull each other’s underwear off, and Stone stretches his long body out on top of me. His cock is uncircumcised and so stiff the foreskin is already tugged back. A fat drop of precum waits for me, and my muscles twitch again beneath him.
Stone’s fingers close around my cock, and I wrap my legs behind his hips. We’re both leaking and slick. I hold him by his base and gasp for breath as he squeezes up and down my length expertly.
We’re all hands, jerking and pumping, and I fall instantly into his rhythm.
I always fall into his rhythm.
I drag my eyes away from our throbbing cocks and look him in the eye. He wants to see my face when I come, and that’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard, so I’m damn well going to let him see it.
Finding his sack, I rub his balls with the palm of my hand. Stone’s lips fall open, and he trembles again, but he keeps his eyes locked on mine.
Just like I hoped, there’s none of the sorrow there, none of the shadows. There’s just a crackling, smoking need that’s trained straight into the heart of me.
“Fuck,” I moan. “It feels so good.”
