Page 33 of The Cocky Neighbor

God, yes. I wasn't going to last long at this rate.

Although hell would freeze over before I admitted that to the smug motherfucker. "I'm just getting started," I lied through my teeth. In reality, my balls felt ready to burst. Maybe having him on his back wasn't the best idea. Seeing him under me like this was proving to be too much.

I wasn't giving up, though. He would come before me if I had anything to say about it. I angled my hips to hit his prostate and was rewarded with his musical moans of pleasure.

He squeezed his eyes shut when I added my hand to the mix, stroking him hard and fast. I saw the moment release hit him. His body arched off the bed, the vein on his temple throbbed, and his eyes wide and filled with white as he screamed out his orgasm and spilled over my hand.

I swallowed his shouts, needing to taste the pleasure on his lips. Pulling back slightly, I kissed up the side of his face to lick the vein that had been tempting me since the first moment I’d riled him up at the hotel. I remember wanting so badly to put my lips on it when he’d showed me around the presidential suite, and now I was finally able to.

His vein throbbed against my tongue as he shuddered under my attacks. He clawed my back as I relentlessly hit his prostate over and over again. With hisspasming asshole squeezing my cock, I finally loosened my control and allowed myself the pleasure that had been brewing since I’d first entered him.

My vision turned white as an intense orgasm shook through me. I shouldn't have been surprised, considering everything with this man was nothing but intense.

Eric held me through my pleasure. His breathing had returned to normal as his kisses turned soft and slow. His arms wrapped around me as his hands gave me long, soothing strokes on my back.

His touch was so tender and heartwarming, and I felt sosafein his arms that I knew I was in trouble.

This was only a hookup. I had to remind myself of that fact over and over again, because I could already see myself falling for theexuberant and kind man under me.

TWENTY-TWO

ERIC

I knew sex with Liam was going to be amazing, but I was not prepared for how good it would actually be. I sometimes felt that he had a map to my body, because he knew every single good spot to hit.

The first round didn't last long as we went hard and fast. He lay in my arms, sweaty and breathing hard from the orgasm he'd just experienced. I held him tight and played with his hair, content in this moment.

I liked to cuddle after sex, and most hookups got weird about the act. Sometimes they would think that the cuddling would lead to something more than sex, even after telling them I didn’t want a relationship, or they straight up refused to cuddle. Liam happily let me snuggle him as he caught his breath. His strong heartbeat thumped under my palm as I stroked his back. The soothing tempo slowing with each passing second was the perfect accompaniment to this peaceful moment.

My eyelids turned heavy as I soaked in the calmness, and I might have fallen asleep if Liam hadn't spoken up.

"That was amazing," he said, pulling off of me. I instantly missed his warmth, but stopped myself from begging him to come back. I wasn't desperate for skinship. My brain was still confused from the mind-shattering orgasm. That was all.

"That was something indeed," I said, sitting up. With the calm moment over, awkwardness creeped in. We stared at each other for a second. I would have preferred some more cuddles, but the lack of conversation was usually my cue to leave.

I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to find my words. "I should probably head out," I settled with.

"Or you could stay?" he asked with an unreadable expression in his eyes. "I could make some pasta for us. We could chill and go for round two later?"

He looked so hopeful, like he was afraid that I would leave. I knew I should say no. One night stands didn't feed each other or hang out after sex. We fucked and left, most likely never seeing each other again.

Instead of doing the smart thing and refusing, I found myself asking, "You know how to cook?"

The tension that held him released and his cocky expression appeared. "What? Did you think I wouldn't know how to cook just because I'm a Wright?"

"I mean, yeah. Don't you guys have butlers and chefs?"

He rolled his eyes as he pushed off the bed. "We're still normal people, just like you. Besides, I live alone now. I can't eat out all the time."

He disappeared into the only other room in the loft. The sound of water quickly followed before shutting off and he returned. Liam threw a damp hand towel at me and pointed to the forest green dresser directly across the foot of the bed. "Sweats are in the second drawer," he threw over his shoulder before disappearing into what I assumed was the bathroom again.

I took his words as an invitation to raid his clothes. Worked for me, since I'd like something a bit more comfortable than jeans.

Quickly wiping myself clean, I dressed in my boxer briefs and shirt. Opening the second drawer of his dresser, I rummaged through his neatly folded clothes. I didn't know what I was expecting, but it definitely shouldn't have been any normal colored sweats, because there weren't any. The entire drawer was an explosion of color.

I grabbed the only solid colored pants I saw—they were royal purple—and put them on. Liam was the same height as me, but he was thinner, so his sweats hugged me snuggly. It wasn't uncomfortable, but I could definitely see the outline of my soft dick through the pants.

I considered trying to find a looser pair, but whistling had me spinning around to find Liam staring at me. "Now that's a good view. The back was delicious, but the front is something else," he said with a lick of his lips.

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