Page 48 of Bad Boy
I bite my lip and grasp onto his hip, stalling his movements before I accidentally come. I want him to be awake and conscious the first time we get off like this. And preferably with no fabric between us.
Keeping hold of his hip, I use my other hand to give his plump little ass a nice squeeze.
He moans and ruts against me.
Okay, bad idea, Remi.
My hips automatically thrust back. It’s out of my control, like a reflex. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. He moans and whimpers, my grip on him tightening.
“Wake up, Preppy,” I grit out.
Fuuuck. He needs to wake up. Right now. My balls are tingling.
And then he does, pushing up slightly, his sleepy, confused eyes peering down at me. “Remi?” he breathes, flushed and sweaty.
“Morning,” I croak, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks—a rare occurrence for me.
A hoarse laugh erupts from deep down. “I would say, ‘this isn’t what it looks like,’ but. . . It’s exactly what it looks like.”
He tucks his face into the crook of my neck and groans, his warm breath tickling my skin.
I squeeze his hip to get his attention, caressing the smooth skin and running my hand up his back and down again. “Hey. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m not. Well, not really. Besides the fact that I almost just came from grinding on a sleeping boy. That’s kinda fucking creepy.”
His tinkling laughter is a beautiful melody I want to capture and preserve forever. Trap it in a little glass jar like the lightning bugs dancing outside. I love his voice, his laugh, his eyes, his smile. . . Fuck, he’s captivating. And it’s hard not to be completely and totally obsessed.
I distract myself from the overwhelming thoughts that I’m not prepared to deal with and ask the question I really need to. The important one. “So, now that you’re awake. Wanna come?”
He giggles some more, nodding his head into my neck.
“You cussed last night, by the way.” A random memory pops into my head at that moment, and for some reason, I feel the need to voice it.
“I did?” he sounds aghast or some shit, making me chuckle.
“Yup, said the F-word, too. The worst one. The big baddie.”
He covers his eyes and groans. “I don’t even remember that.”
“I’ll agree to pretend it never happened because I had goals, Preppy. Plans to make you say ‘fuck’ in even more debauched ways.” His embarrassed groans turn into horny whimpers before I even finish my sentence.
I’m pretty sure you can’t have sex without saying the word “fuck” at least once. We’ll see. I’m here to test that theory. And hopefully soon.
I squeeze his ass again, excited by thoughts of fucking him. “Kiss me,” I demand.
He peers at me with a hand in front of his mouth and shakes his head. “Mornin’ breath,” he mumbles from behind his fingers.
I roll my eyes and smirk. “Quit overthinking everything, Linc. You wanna come or what?”
He keeps his hand in front of his mouth but nods enthusiastically.
“Then kiss me. I don’t give a fuck about morning breath.” I pull him by his ass, grinding our erections together and causing us both to gasp. “Let’s come like this. But without the clothes,” I declare boldly. We haven’t gone that far yet, skin-to-skin.
“I got tested before I left Detroit, and I’m good. I haven’t been with anyone since. And I know you are, too, obviously. But I just wanted to let you know that you’re safe with me. I mean that in every way possible. Okay?”
“Okay,” he whispers back with a shy smile that’s completely at odds with the lust darkening his gaze.
And then my hands slide into the waistband of his briefs, giving his bare ass a squeeze before I push them down low enough for him to kick off.
“I wanna play with this ass so bad,” I tell him, rubbing his cheeks tenderly before squeezing them harder, causing him to whimper and buck against me. “But we’ll save that for another day.”
