Page 125 of In Plain Sight

I obeyed with another groan of protest.

“Slower.” He huffed out a laugh when I glared at him. “Hold yourself still.”

“Fuck,” I muttered, my entire body on fire, and gripped my base.

“Taste yourself.”

I swiped my finger over my slit and brought it to my lips.

Zander’s groan was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

“Stroke yourself,” he ordered, pressing the heel of his hand against the massive bulge in his jeans. “Faster. Let me see it, hear it.”

That floaty feeling settled over me as I obeyed, thrusting up into my hand as I jerked my cock as fast as I dared. I was so close, my body tight as waves of the most incredible pleasure crashed over me.

“Let go of your cock.”

“Zander,” I said in a whine, releasing my cock but unable to stop thrusting my hips as I fucked the air, my cock bouncing off my stomach comically. “Please.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes!” I practically shouted at him, too far gone to care how desperate or crazed I sounded.

He stood and came to stand at the end of my bed.

I gripped my length, needing some sort of friction so I didn’t lose my ever-loving mind.

“Did I say you could do that?” He arched one eyebrow and flicked his gaze to my hand.

Grumbling something unintelligible, I let go of my dick and fisted the sheets tightly to stop myself from disobeying again.

As casual as could be, Zander pulled his hoodie off and tossed it aside.

I wanted to beg him to hurry up, but he just shot me a smirky smile and slowly tugged off his t-shirt.

I was nearly feral with desire as he undid his jeans and pulled them open, and it took everything in me to sit still as he pushed them over his hips like he had all the time in the world and I wasn’t about to combust from need.

“Zander.” His name was a reedy moan when he was down to just his briefs. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me.”

“I will,” he promised with a dark smile. “When I’m ready.”

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ZANDER

“Zander,”he begged. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me.”

“I will,” I promised. “When I’m ready.”

He pulled at the sheets, his thighs quivering and his breathing harsh as he fought to stay still for me.

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