Page 93 of Gym Bros
“I know. I—I can’t help it.”
He hardens his tongue, using it to probe me and open me. “Soft,” he murmurs. “Sweet.”
Good, I think. Then all the effort I put in to cleaning myself up in the shower was worth it. At the time, I was thinking—just in case he comes on too strong and I don’t want to hurt his feelings—but lo and behold—I’m the desperate one again.
AndGod…what he’s doing to me is fucking spectacular. The open mouthed kisses, the long licks inside me, his hands squeezing the backs of my thighs as he buries his face between myass cheeks and finds a rhythm that has my hand abandoning my cock to fist the duvet.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he eases off my hole and starts pushing me up the bed to make room to climb on. “You have condoms? Lube?”
“Yeah,” I pant, more than ready to have him inside me again.
“Where?”
I gesture behind me at the nightstand. “Top drawer.”
He stands like he’s in no rush and walks around the bed. I notice my panties are still on, just pushed aside, all askew to reveal everything. I consider taking them off, but I also understand he had his chance to take them off, and he didn’t.
I meant what I said when I called them basic, and now I wish I’d done something more elaborate for him. Black straps he could pop and snap. Lace he could lick me through.
Next time, I find myself thinking before internally cursing myself.
I hear the condom snap into place and the click of the lube cap opening. “Don’t use too much,” I tell him. “I don’t like it too slippery.”
“Any other requests?” he asks.
I look back at him. He’s fisting his erect cock as he stares down at me.
His gaze is hot and hooded, his naked body a gorgeously cut tribute to the male form. He has a faint tan-line that tells me he prefers a five inch inseam when he’s outdoors. My own lines telegraph the fact that I prefer a bikini bottom.
“Turn over for me, angel.”
I crawl to him then turn to display my ass with an arched back.
He moves the string of my thong out of the way before inserting two lightly lubed fingers into my hole. My arms nearly collapse. He twists and turns them inside me, ensuring I’mprimed and slick for him. “I’ve been thinking about this pretty pussy since I left last night.”
I gasp. Precum shoots from me in such an alarming amount, I’d think it were cum if I didn’t know better. My balls know better. They’re so fucking full and tight, I almost can’t resist the urge to rub them. But I don’t want to come yet. The torture is too good. Turns out I can’t help my mouth, though.
“Samuel—you’re making me fucking crazy.”
That does nothing but make his fingers move slower and cause a soft chuckle to rumble out of him.
“You’re so goddamn soft. Do you ever play with yourself like this?”
Oh God.
“Sometimes.”
“Then you know…”
“Mmph,” I bite my lips as I try and bear the lack of his full cock inside me.
“That thing you did on the carousel yesterday?” he says. “Remember that?’
“Uh-huh.” Even my voice is a trembling mess.
“You wanna show me that trick again?”
“Yes,” I whine. “Please. Now.”
