Stone pulls my face up to his. He hasn’t shaved today, and the burn of his stubble ignites me as we kiss. A second later, my back is pressed to the wall, and I’m writhing against his tall body, greedy for more friction.
“Good luck keeping your voice down, babe,” he teases, his low voice rolling out like thunder.
It’s the first time he’s ever used a word like that for me.
Babe.
It makes me feel like I’m his, and I really, really like that.
Not scary. Terrifying.
I quiver in his arms and kiss him harder, smashing my lips to his. Pushing us both toward the bed, I drag my hands up and down Stone’s body. I want to feel every inch of him, and I remember the lines of each tattoo as I drag my fingertips across the ink.
Stone spins me and tosses me to the bed. In one graceful motion, he slinks over me, drags his lips and his hot breath down my neck, and then pulls my jeans off. I’m twitching and hard, my cock already burning for his touch, but then he flips me.
“Is this okay?” he asks with a rasp. His hand rubs up along my backside, a firm pressure right on my crack.
I glance over my shoulder. “Getting pretty toppy. I like it.”
He lightly swats my cheeks, and I spasm with pleasure. I can feel Stone getting more confident about being with a man, and it’s fucking hot.
“Hell yeah. I’ve been wanting to try this for a while.”
His hands close across the waistband of my briefs, and he tugs them down, exposing my bare ass. I tuck my knees in and arch my back, offering myself to him as my cock aches against my belly.
Stone’s hand stretches up under the soft fabric of my sweater, and I bury my face in the pillow. My body rocks with anticipation as I inhale his scent on the sheets.
“So fucking sexy,” he says. When his hands land on my cheeks, I expect him to tease my rim with a finger. Instead, he pulls my cheeks apart, and his hot breath lands on my hole.
“This is okay?” he asks, kind and gentle.
How does someone so gentle end up with so much violence in his life? Stone’s an endless mystery to me, but somehow in these raw moments, I always feel like I know him.
“Yeah, babe,” I breathe, writhing my hips back. “More than okay.”
I haven’t gotten a rimjob in years, but I know that I’m clean and ready. His rough hands dragging my cheeks apart, Stone presses his lips to my hole and swirls his tongue. Teasing heat tortures a moan out of my lips, and I bury my face harder in the pillow to stifle it.
“Fuck,” Stone breathes. “You taste so good.”
I swallow another moan and wriggle my hips back. Stone’s hands find their way to the front of me, one curled around my hip and the other rubbing my cock. He palms my balls and rolls his hand up to my shaft, expertly gripping me while precum leaks down to his palm. While his tongue explores my quivering rim, my muscles relax, opening to him.
Damn, it’s so easy to open to him. My body lets Stone in like I’m hungry for his touch. He pulls me by the hip, tugging me closer, and I ride my hole back to his mouth.
Laughter belonging to Ayla and Tonya erupts in the hallway, and Stone and I freeze. His fist is wrapped around the top of my cock, and his thumb pressed to my sensitive crown. Every breath makes me spasm, which drives my ass back to his mouth again.
The heat of his breath is driving me out of my mind, but my friends aren’t moving. They keep talking and laughing as I drip with sweat.
“Fuck,” Stone rasps into my ass. He finally loosens his grip on my cock, but when he drags his hand back down, the teasing whisper of touch makes me pulse and drip.
Torture. Pure, heavenly torture.
Finally, they’re gone, and Stone pushes me forward. His tongue stretches my rim open and enters me like a relief, licking deeper than I expected. In perfect rhythm, his slick hand pumps my shaft, driving me closer.
“I’ll come,” I gasp into the pillow. I fist the sheets and fight back my rising climax as his tongue massages in and out. “I’m so close.”
“I told you,” Stone says. He drags his hand from my hip and, with his mouth only inches from my hole, slides a finger to my entrance. “I’ve been wanting this.”
Without another word, he goes back to work. Two fingers tease the outside of my rim while his tongue swirls back in. The coals of pleasure send flames through my whole body, flickering at the insides of my muscles and scorching my nerves. There’s a tight bundle of pleasure right behind my balls, and somehow he finds that, too, rubbing his thumb there while he penetrates me.
