Page 107 of Gym Bros
“Knock that shit off.”
I shake my head.
“I’m trying to watch this.”
“So am I,” I say, verging on tears while I tickle his nutsack. He got hard, and I couldn’t help it. Now his thighs are clenched, trapping my hand, but that only makes me practically unable to stop. We’re on his couch. My head is resting on a pillow on his stomach, and in fairness, he’s now tickling me, too.
I’m a little too turned on to scream and make him stop, but I’m definitely able to return the torture.
“Stop!” he yells at me, managing to deepen his voice into more of a bark.
“Make me.”
Before he does anything, he pauses the movie, so I’m not exactly prepared for him to grab both my arms, lift us both from the couch, then toss me flat onto my back.
I gasp when I land on the cushions, but I also spread my legs when he moves to climb on top of me. “How did you do that?”
“The better question is, what am I gonna do to you now?”
I grin in delight. “Whatareyou gonna do?”
“What do you think you deserve?” he asks as he settles his hard cock against mine and flexes his hips, rubbing them together through our clothes.
“A kiss?” I offer.
He shakes his head. “You deserve a facial—and not the polite kind.”
My mouth drops open, and he moves in on it, kissing me hard and deep, driving my head back into a throw pillow. Meanwhile, he moves my arms over my head and pins my wrists together with one hand. “I don’t trust you with these anymore,” he tells me, his lips moving down my neck. I arch back to give him room.
His breaths blow hot and heavy against my increasingly wet skin as he licks and sucks and kisses. “You taste so impossibly sweet,” he whispers, and I shiver at the words.
“What should I taste like?” I ask.
“Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails,” he murmurs.
I lick my lips and nearly die. “Mm…Samuel…” Writhing beneath him, my body begs for more. More kisses. More cock. Moreeverything.
“What are your thoughts on condoms?” he asks.
“Are you…oh…I’m usually a fan.”
“Usually?”
“Like up until right now,” I say nearing breathlessness from his tongue on my throat. I might have started the hickey business, but he’s intent on finishing it. My body is now covered in his marks in various shades of healing. Most are hidden, but he’s always classy enough to leave one giant one in a place I can’t hide without a lot of effort and questionable wardrobe choices.
“Huge fan of condoms,” I babble. “Religious about it.”
“Good to know.”
As he continues to devour my neck, he runs his thumb across my lips. I lick the tip, and he presses the tip in. I suck, my eyes fluttering closed. Does he want to have sex with me without a condom?Iwant that, but it feels like kind of a big deal.
Like maybe it’s too big of a deal to do with a guy I’m not sure would call me if I said I had other plans.
When he takes his thumb out of my mouth, I start talking again. “I just mean…oh, God…” I sigh as he sucks on my earlobe. “Why does that feel so good?”
“You mean…?” he asks low in my ear, wanting me to finish my thought.
“I mean, I don’t have anything catching…”
