Page 70 of Of Pranks and Passion

I was going to turn Gary over, but he shook his head, a little pout on his lips. “I want to kiss you.”

And I wanted to get rough with him. There had to be a happy medium somewhere.

With a grip on his hips, I spun him over, ignoring the pout. “Trust me.”

He relaxed, going pliant beneath me, and a grin stretched over my face. Gary trusted me without question. Holy hell, that was a heady thought.

Prep was quick, neither one of us had the patience to drag it out, and when I pushed the head of my cock against Gary’s hole, he rocked back, taking a little control for himself as he impaled himself on my dick.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Keep going.”

He moaned, rocking on his hands and knees until I was buried to the hilt. I had to bite my fist to keep from coming too quick. Sinking into Gary without protection was a first for me, and fuck, it felt good. Silky tight heat, clenching and‌ unclenchingaround me, making me fucking shake with the need to fuck him hard.

But I couldn’t do shit until I gave him what he needed first. Wrapping one arm around his chest, I sat back and pulled him against me. He was sitting in my lap, knees spread on either side of mine, his back against my chest and his head lolled on my shoulder. The kissing angle wasn’t pretty, but it was enough, and I claimed his lips in a rough demand, gripping his hips tightly as I fucked up into him.

Gary cried out, his arms flailing for a second before one latched around my neck. The other dug into my forearm around his chest, his nails biting into the skin enough to make me shiver. Fuck, he was the hottest thing on the planet. I pounded into him, barely managing a few open-mouthed kisses around my jarring movement. Gary didn’t complain, though. I must’ve been hitting the right angle, because he was fucking screaming.

“Ah! Ah! E-Easton!”

I wrapped a hand around the base of his dick, squeezing enough to stave off his orgasm. This was supposed to be hard, not quick. I needed to burn off some energy, and Gary needed out of his head for a while. I wasn’t stopping until he was begging me to come.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room, interrupted only by Gary’s moans and my growls of pleasure. I let myself get lost in him, pausing when he started clenching around me to stave off his orgasm again and again. He whined at me, but I placated him with my mouth on his until he relaxed enough for me to keep going.

I lost track of time whenever I was inside Gary. There wasn’t a single thing I could come up with that would be more important than right here and now. I had everything I needed.

“Mine,” I snarled.

Gary moaned in response, his muscles tightening like he was riding the edge hard. I wasn’t ready to be done yet, but my body wasn’t listening. My balls drew up, and I felt a tingle at the base of my spine. I wasn’t going over without Gary, though, so I wrapped my fist around his dick, jacking him in time with my thrusts. His voice went up a few octaves, and he cried out in surprise, exploding all over my hand and onto the couch. Pressing my forehead against his temple, I rode out his release, my eyes rolling back into my head at the clench of his hot channel around me.

“You feel so fucking good.”

Gary arched his neck, his face a cross between pain and pleasure as I fucked against his oversensitive prostate. I thought he was going to say something to me, so I lifted my head, but instead, he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and bit down hard enough to throw me over the edge. I let out a shout, snapping my hips a few more times as pleasure flooded through me.

“Holy crap,” Gary murmured, panting and out of breath. I wasn’t any better. I licked the sting away from my bottom lip, a little disappointed there wasn't any blood. That would’ve been hot.

“We need to work on your swearing,” I teased.

Gary smirked, but didn’t argue. He stretched to meet my lips again instead. This was the stuff I did just for him. I didn’t need cuddling and kissing after sex. That was a Gary thing. I didn’t hate it, though, and I didn't mind doing it for him. It kept him happy. Besides, like fifty percent of the time, it led to another round. Who would complain about that?

My phone buzzed from somewhere on the floor. It had been in my pocket, and I hadn’t noticed it going off before, but it was ringing now, which either meant it was someone who didn’t know me, because none of my friends ever called me, or it wasimportant. I kept Gary plastered against me with an arm banded around his chest, twisting to grab my jeans with the other. He laughed and wriggled in an attempt to get free, but since I was still inside him, all he ended up doing was turning me on. I nipped at his shoulder, grinning like a wild man, and didn’t bother looking at the caller ID when I put the phone to my ear.

“What?”

“Easton?”

Gary froze. He was close enough that he could hear his sister’s voice over the phone. I tightened my arm around him when he tried harder to wriggle free, clenching my teeth in the effort to feign politeness.

“Who is this?” I already knew that, but I was feeling petty.

“Oh, um… Brienna. Gary’s sister? I’ve been trying to reach you for a few hours, but you haven’t responded so…”

“I’m working.” Not true, unless she counted working Gary over. Probably shouldn’t mention that right now.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to interrupt your work. But I was wondering if we could set up a time to meet. My parents want to get to know you better, and Gary hasn’t even bothered to call since your announcement. I’m not saying he doesn’t care, but…”

I rolled my eyes so hard, I almost gave myself a headache. She was a shit manipulator. She should have at least figured out how well I knew Gary before starting in on that. A fucking blind man wouldn’t miss the terrible relationship Gary had with his family. He wriggled again, a little harder this time, and I slipped out of him, but I still didn’t let him get far. Leaving him in the dark didn’t help last time. He was going to hear every damn conversation, so he knew I was on his side.

“I’ll have to check with Gary, see when he’s free. He’s with his friends right now.” Also a lie, sort of. We were friends, but also not. But I wanted to remind her he wasn’t alone anymore.

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