Page 89 of Knockin' Boats
I grabbed his jaw and kissed him forcefully, pulling his chin down so his mouth opened and I could sweep my tongue in.
He pulled me against him with a quiet moan.
And fuck, we caught fire instantly, kissing and rutting, pushing our shorts down to get our hands on each other’s cocks.
Ash sucked hard on the side of my neck. “Gotta mark you as mine,” he muttered. “Fucking flirty neighbors.”
I laughed at the absurdity of his jealousy. “I don’t want her, you idiot.”
“Yeah?” He pulled back, looking me dead in the eye. “Who do you want?”
He tightened his fist, stroking me root to tip as he asked, and I shuddered.
“You,” I admitted. “Only you.”
“Fuck yeah,” he said, jerking me faster. “You come for me.Onlyme.”
As if he’d ordered my orgasm, it hit hard, and I pulsed in his grip, choking on his name, which had bolted up my throat and escaped my lips.
“A-Ash…fuck.”
He groaned and hot cum spilled over my knuckles as he pumped his cock through my fist. I focused on his face, not wanting to miss the way his features twisted in pained pleasure. His eyes were dark, pupils blown with desire. Lips red and puffy from our kissing, standing out against his short beard.
He’s gorgeous.
The thought popped into my head like a fucking epiphany. How had I not seen it before? Or had I chosen to remain oblivious?
I’d recognized he was attractive in an objective way. He had no trouble getting a attention from most women. But I hadn’t ever reallyappreciatedhis looks.
Not like I did now, as he came in my hand. Messy. Chaotic. Raw.
He opened his eyes, meeting mine. A sheepish smile pulled at his lips.
“So much for cleaning up, huh?”
“Were you really jealous of Audra, or were you just angling for another round?”
“Well, it’s one way to dispel that awkward morning-after feeling, isn’t it?” he teased.
I tilted my head, studying him. Yeah, I wasn’t sure I believed that was his aim.
I stepped back. “I’m gonna jump in the shower. You’re just gonna have to make do with some napkins. We’re running late.”
“Sorry.” He nibbled his puffy bottom lip, making me want to kiss himagain.
Fuck, this man. What was he doing to me?
“Yeah, man, you should be. Stop making me so hot for you.”
“I make no promises. I’m a vain man.”
I ran my gaze over him, top to bottom. “Yeah, you’ve got good reason to be.”
His smile turned predictably cocky. “You make my dick hard too, Saw.”
“What a pretty way you have with words.”
He laughed as I headed for the shower. “It’s a gift!”
