Page 62 of Under Pressure

I turn to my side to watch him strip off his own clothes, his muscles flexing as he removes each article of clothing.

“Can you just stay like that for a second?” I ask him, basking in his nakedness. I look my fill, appreciating every part of his body, from his defined calves up to his tousled dark hair.

“Are you done ogling me?” He smirks.

I bite my lip, my cheeks heating, but decide to be playful instead of embarrassed about it. “No, can you turn around now?”

“What, you want me to flex my ass?”

“Uh-huh.”

He actually does, spinning the opposite direction and making some kind of stripper-like move that fully highlights the perfection that is his ass.

I dissolve into a fit of giggles and he returns to the bed, climbing over me to nuzzle his nose in the crook of my neck. I tilt my head to the side, loving his big body on top of me, his hands running through my hair, the two of us together like this, relaxed and happy.

His dick brushes against my thigh and I nearly groan at the thought that it’ll soon be inside me. I run my palms down his back, caressing him, and whisper, “Do you have a condom?”

He jerks upright, eyes wide. “Oh, shit.”

“What, you don’t have one? I can probably steal one out of Kelsey’s room.”

He sits back on his haunches, running a hand through his hair. “No, I have one in my wallet. I just… can’t believe I forgot.”

I look at him, confused. “We haven’t needed one yet.”

“I didn’t even think about it. Or if you’re on the pill.” It seems like he’s talking to himself more than me, though.

“I am,” I tell him, but he barely acknowledges it, still introspective. Unsure what to do, I lie there for a moment longer, then ask, “Are you going to get the condom?”

“What?” He turns his head to me, like he’s finally seeing me. “Yeah, yeah.”

What is going on with him? “We don’t have to, you know. If you’re not into it.”

He looks down at his dick, fully erect. “I’m into it,” he says dryly. “Sorry.” He tilts forward to lay a light kiss on my lips, then leans over the side of the bed to grab his wallet and the condom out of his jeans pocket. He rolls it on with quick movements, then settles himself between my thighs, sliding his hand behind my neck, kissing me deliciously. “You just made me forget myself for a second there.”

“I didn’t know I had that kind of effect on you,” I tease, running my palms over his shoulders.

I expect him to smile in return, but he doesn’t. His muscles go rigid under my hands, his blue eyes turning frosty. “This is just sex.”

I lean away, taken aback by his abruptness. “I know.”

He bounds off the bed in one sleek movement, pacing back and forth across the room. He runs his fingers through his hair till it’s standing on end, then returns to me, kneeling on the floor, laying his head down on his arms on the bedspread briefly before looking up at me. His eyes are trying to convey something, but I can’t tell what. “I don’t want there to be any expectations.”

“Like…” I gesture with my hand for him to explain further.

He releases a sigh, grabbing at a fistful of his hair. “Tonight at my parents’ house, things got really… familiar,” he says uneasily. “I don’t want you to have the wrong idea.”

“I get it,” I tell him, sitting up and turning away, a stab of unjustified hurt running through me. “We’re not dating. You’ve made that abundantly clear.”

His touch is featherlight on my back, the mattress dipping down as he crawls across to reach me. He presses soft kisses to my neck, his arms wrapping around my waist from behind. “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

I contain a rush of shivers that wants to break out over my skin as he continues to brush his lips over the sensitive area. “Why do you think I’m so desperate for you?” I arch into him even as I say it, needing to get closer.

He widens his knees and scoots me back into him, my back flush against his front. “Aren’t you?” he asks cockily.

I bring my arms up until my hands meet his head and lazily sift through his hair, his fingers tightening on my waist in response. “I think you’re the one desperate for me.” I nudge my ass against his still hard cock, wedged between my backside and his stomach.

He groans, “Yeah, right,” even as he leans me forward and thrusts his hips so his dick rubs against the cleft of my ass.

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