Page 130 of Gym Bros
“Samuel—oh God?—”
He slows down, but it’s too fucking late. I’m coming hard as hell. He groans when he realizes it, and the next time he looks up at me, it’s so heated and adoring, I’m not sure how much more I can melt for him.
He sucks at my tip and swallows everything I give him until I’m squeezing his head between my thighs because I can’t take anymore. I reach for his face, and he pushes himself up to hover over me. I arch my neck to get closer to his mouth. He kisses me and settles his body on top of mine, again careful not to crush me.
His dick is leaking on my abs, but his kiss doesn’t feel rushed. It’s paced enough to let me breathe and deep enough to let me taste what he just had.
It’s sexy, and it’s overwhelming, and it feels like more than just a kiss. It feels like caring, and knowing, and maybe even more than that.
He pulls away to take a few breaths. His forehead rests lightly against mine. “Switch places?” he asks.
“Are your arms tired?”
“How dare you. No.”
“Sam?”
“Yeah.”
“Will you let me look at you?” I ask.
“Take all the time you want,” he says. “My arms are fine.”
“No, I mean…when we switch places. Can I… I mean do you mind if…”
“That’s the idea, baby. Just show me those straps for like half a second.”
I’m a blushing mess as he lets me out from under him. As he lies down where I’d been, I take a second to model my outfit like he modeled his underwear. He eyes the thin fabric straps crisscrossing my ass. “It’s hard to pick a favorite with you,” he says.
“If you ever have a request, let me know.”
“I would never,” he says. “I like to be surprised. But I do want you to keep this on, if you’re not too bothered by it.”
“No,” I say, swinging my thigh over his midsection to straddle his lap. He reaches for the lube and gets his cock ready behind me.
I run my fingers through his chest hair, digging the heels of my hands into his nipples and holding his gaze which hasn’t left my face since I hopped on.
I don’t even want to think about what my hair looks like, but I can’t help it. If he didn’t have curtains, I’d check myself in the windows over his bed, but he does, so I can’t. I bite my cheeks so I don’t ask if I look crazy.
He’s not looking at me like I look anything less than perfect, so I hang onto that.
Tossing the lube aside, he holds me by the hips and scoots us both up the bed. I’m not sure how he does it, great core strength, I guess, but he manages to sit. We’re almost eye to eye like this, but I have to glance up a little. With his hand under my ass, he lifts me slightly, then lets go to position his cock.
I lick my lips when I feel his slick crown nudging my hole. My breath deepens in anticipation of the first shove. I put my arms around his neck, rise an inch on my knees and press my lips to his.
He lets out a soft sigh as he opens his mouth for me.
Our mouths move together slowly and sweetly even as he breaches my hole with his cock. There’s a low noise that always comes out of me when he enters me. A guttural sound I can’t control.
“I love being inside you, Calyx,” he whispers against my lips.
That’s about a mile away fromI want to split this pussy in half. Maybe he really does want a boyfriend. God knows I want the title.
“I love it, too,” I say.
Our next kiss feels like all the words we didn’t say. We move together, syncing his thrusts with my rises and falls. It’s slow and heady. Romantic. Erotic.
It’s everything we’ve never really taken the time to do. Look at each other and kiss each other. I press my hand to his cheek and gasp when he bends his legs. It shifts the angle of his cock just enough to truly fuck me up.
