Page 77 of Gym Bros
I can’t tell.
I give my cock a rub as he keeps stroking my leg, his hand so large on it, he’s touching my inner and outer thigh at the same time. I squirm, swiveling my ass into the couch cushions, needing more. Needinganything. I tug at the waistband of his open jeans, trying to get him to do something else to me. I don’t care what as long as it involves more parts of him touching more parts of me.
He’s got by far the best body of any man I’ve ever been naked with. I know he thinks he’s out of shape which means this is him on a bad day. He’s cut like a diamond, so many angles and facets that catch the light and the shadows.
His face isn’t quite as sharp, but it’s still chiseled as fuck despite the scruff that softens some of the edges. The warmth in his blue eyes as he gazes down at every inch of me makes my stomach flip and toss like a small boat on huge waves.
Unable to tolerate one more mindless stroke of my thigh, I move his hand to my crotch, and he sucks in a breath along with me as his hand covers my cock and balls. I roll up to press harder against him. His hand moves over me, between my legs and up my shaft again and again in the most agonizing tease.
Maybe he doesn’t want this as much as he thought he did?
I can’t say I care at this point. I need to come, and I’ll talk him through it if he starts to freak out. Or suck his dick—whatever needs to happen so one of us can get me off.
“You all right?” I ask.
For that, I get a firmer squeeze. “Tell me what you want,” he says.
“Whatever you’re comfortable w?—”
“I’m comfortable with anything. What do you need?”
“Suck me.”
He snaps the waistband of my panties. His voice is rough when he says, “Take these slutty things off.”
I hurry to obey, but before I can toss them aside, he grabs them from me, raising them to his face to inhale deeply. I tremble as I watch this. His eyes stay locked on mine. I swear to God, his pupils dilate.
Not letting go of my underwear, he crawls between my legs, making me bend them as he stretches his huge body out on the couch. I’m crammed against the arm. He’s flat on his stomach with one knee on the cushion and the other leg extended, the toe of his shoe braced on the floor. He wraps his hands beneath my ass, lifts my hips slightly from the cushion, raises his head and sucks my balls into his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out instantly.
My head drops back as my hand shoots out to grab the back of his head. If he had more than a centimeter of hair, I’d hang onto it, but it’s kind of hot that I can’t. That I can feel the light sweat breaking out on his skull. He laps at the base of my cock a few times before wrapping his mouth around it from the side and maneuvering the rest of it with his tongue until he’s got the whole thing in his mouth.
Granted—it’s not much. I have quite an average dick—maybe even on the smaller side, but I’ve never minded it. It makes it way easier for men to give me head, easier to find comfortable panties, and my erections are never all that hard to hide.
Samuel slurps it right up, and his eager tongue swirls all around it. Compressing his lips around my shaft, he sucks upand down, slow at first and then faster and firmer. His mouth is tight and hot and wet around me, so wet, I can feel his drool on my sac.
Wild with desire, I move with him, thrusting as he goes down on me, and letting loose a string of sighs and whimpers. “You’re doing so fucking good…mouth’s so wet…shit I’m close.”
He pulls off to press kisses against my inner thighs. “You wanna come in my mouth?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Do I get to come in yours?”
“Come anywhere you want,” I say.
“Anywhere?” he asks, his lips ghosting over my shaft as they travel up.
“Uh-huh…anywhere. Fuckinganywhere.”
And now his mouth moves down, past my balls. He licks a wet line over my hole, and I startle, my thighs clenching. I wasnotexpecting that from him. “You sure about that?” he asks.
Did I tell him I wasn’t bringing him back here to fuck? Had I known I was lying at the time? Because it’s literallyallI want now.
Jesus. What the fuck is he doing to me? Where did I leave my mind?
When he licks my hole again, however, there’s really no thinking about it anymore. My ass is practically writing him an invitation. “I’m sure,” I tell him, both hands on his head now, doing my best to ride his face.
