Page 133 of Finance Bros

“But you don’t trust me.”

If he keeps talking to me like this, I won’t have a choice. “I’m working on it, Mal.”

“Are you?” he asks.

I hold his gaze and nod.

“Loving youhurts, Ryan.”

Fuckingsame. I sigh. “I know exactly what you mean.”

He leans in, and I think he’s going to kiss me, which he does, but his lips touch my forehead. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers.

“I’m sorry, too.”

With his hand on my jaw, he tilts up my face and presses his mouth to mine. I want him so much at this point, it’s hard to keep the kiss from turning into a feeding frenzy. Nevertheless, the feel of his tongue lashing through my mouth works me up. It’s got me urging his hips closer, putting his ass over my erection to give myself some friction.

“Mmmph…fuck…” he sighs.

It’s such a turn on to know that if someone walked in and saw us right now, they’d see him covered in a towel, while I’ve got a view ofeverything.His dick is hard and ruddy, the tip shiny with arousal. The skin of his inner thighs is soft and lightly dusted with hair that’s softer than the hair on his calves. I run my thumbs over and over it, kneading the muscle and grazing his warm, tight sac.

“Grab the lube, would you?” I ask between kisses.

“In a minute,” he whispers as he keeps kissing me. I’m practically melting into the chair. I don’t want to let him go either, but it’ll be worth it. It’d be easy enough to get my cock out and jerk us together—I’m genuinely desperate to get off, but I’d much rather be inside him.

He caresses my face and pulls back an inch, his lips hovering near mine. “Is this why sexting you doesn’t work? You prefer seduction to propositions?”

“Sort of.”

“Conversation, then?” he asks.

“I think you’re getting warmer.”

He smiles. “I love you,” he tells me again.

“Get the lube, Mal.”

Biting his lip, he climbs off me, the towel falling to the floor. I watch him walk naked to the other side of my bed and retrieve the bottle from the nightstand.

By the time he’s handing it over to me, I’ve shucked my pants and underwear, my own cock so hard it’s hitting my abs. I catch Mal staring at it. “Turn around,” I tell him.

He rips his gaze from my dick to my face, a mournful look in his eyes before he does what I say.

I squeeze the lube onto my fingers and rub them over his hole, pushing some inside, first using one finger, then adding a second. “Shit,” he gasps, bending over to brace his hands on his thighs, his legs already quivering. Once he finds his balance, I torture his prostate gland for a few, slow, firm strokes, each one causing him to pant heavily.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Yes. Fuck yes.” He starts to sit back, but I catch him by the hips, turning him to face me again. I let him watch while I cover my cock in more lube. I go slow, not trying to come before I even get inside him, but it feels so fucking good with him looking at me like that.

“Wanna sit on my lap?”

His breath comes out in a sigh. “Yeah…”

I spread my legs slightly, causing him to have to part his thighs wider to straddle me. Holding my cock, I watch it disappear as he lowers himself onto it, his hands braced on my shoulders. His nails dig in at that first hissing penetration. Then, as he adjusts and sinks deeper, a low groan I feel down to my nuts erupts from his throat. “God…”

I watch as his eyelids flutter. His irises nearly disappear as they roll back in his head. His lips are parted, and that’s all I see before he drops his head and fully seats himself.

I sink back into the ever-accommodating chair and bear thesensation of being fully sheathed inside him—something I never managed with a woman. The heat is something I’ll never get over. Grabbing his ass, I roll my hips up. His hands move closer to my neck, and I remember why I wanted him like this in the first place beyond the blatantly fucking obvious.

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