Page 86 of It's Complicated

He moaned and covered my mouth with his, his kiss hard and hot and so damn incredible my entire body felt like it was on fire.

“Do you want to go to my room?” I asked breathlessly when he pulled away.

His eyes darkened, his pupils dilating, as he gave me a long look. “You want to?”

I nodded. I was a big fan of hooking up on the couch, but what I was planning would be more comfortable on a bed.

He took my hand with a salacious grin. “Lead the way.”

When we were in my room, I brought him over to my bed and shoved him onto it.

He fell back, landing on his ass, his hands behind him and a wide grin on his lips.

I stood between his spread legs and pulled off my tee.

He reached behind him and tugged his off, tossing it aside so it fell onto the floor with mine.

“You look so hot right now.” Issac dragged his teeth over his lower lip and looked me up and down, elevator-style.

“Yeah?” I hooked my thumbs over my waistband and shoved my sweats down. “What about now?” I asked as they puddled around my feet. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and my cock sprang free and hung between us.

“So fucking hot.” He rubbed his dick over his sweats, his eyes on my cock.

“You want to suck me?” I slid one hand through his hair and twisted my fingers in the strands to hold him in place.

He lifted his heated gaze to mine and opened his mouth.

Holding my base, I slipped my cock between his parted lips and dragged it over his waiting tongue. He closed his mouth around it and sucked hard.

“That’s it,” I rasped, rolling my hips and pumping my cock through the tight suction of his mouth. “Just like that.”

He made an encouraging sound and gripped my thighs, kneading the muscles with his strong hands.

Keeping my pace steady, I rocked my hips and gently fucked his mouth.

“Do you remember what I said yesterday at the gym?” I asked.

His eyes darkened, his pupils blowing wide.

“I still want that.”

He moaned around my dick and slid one hand between my thighs. I shifted so I was straddling his knees, spreading my legs for him. He trailed the tips of his fingers over my inner thigh, then cupped my balls.

He gave them a few gentle tugs, then pressed his finger against my taint. Each rock of my hips dragged his digit over the sensitive spot, sending zings of pleasure spiraling out from deep inside me.

“Do you want to know a secret?” I asked, my voice gravelly and harsh, like I’d been chewing on sawdust.

He couldn’t answer with my dick in his mouth but raised his eyebrow questioningly.

“I’ve been experimenting with my fingers.”

He let out a rumbly sound, the vibrations moving up my cock and adding to my building pleasure.

“I fucked myself with them a few times,” I continued, slowing my hips so I didn’t get too close. “It felt really good.”

He popped off my cock with a gasp. “Jesus, Jamie. You’re killing me.”

“So is your finger,” I pointed out.

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