Page 129 of Gym Bros
“Back it up,” he says, nodding toward the headboard. “I’m gonna need some time down here.”
I slide back like a photographer’s lens is capturing every motion. I keep my eyes on Samuel’s and make every movement up the bed as sensual as I’m capable of. When I recline on his pillows, I bend my knees and part them. He stands at the foot of the bed, giving me a show of his own as he takes off his pants, shoes and socks. What’s left is an incredibly slutty pair of black briefs.
“Those are new,” I say.
“You like ‘em?”
He turns to give me the ass profile view. His bulge is also quite notable.
I lift my brows and nod. “Very nice. Kinda makes you look like a fuck boy.”
“Kinda feel like one lately,” he says.
“Exclusive, though, right?”
“Yes, kitten. Exclusive. Devoted.” He slides his thumbs behind his waistband. “Obsessed.”
“Really?” I ask, my voice so bright it cracks.
“Are the oysters supposed to make me extra honest, too? Anyway, yeah.” The waistband gets a workout as it stretches enough to get around his huge erection and his stacked ass. “Obsessed,” he says again.
That’s so fucking validating, I want to shoutohmygod, sameand stay up the rest of the night telling him everything about him that drives me wild in the best way. But the need to come is significantly more urgent.
He gets the lube off the nightstand and tosses it onto the bed where it’s even more handy. It hasn’t been in the drawer for weeks, but the bed is a king, and I’m in the center of it. Why stretch if we don’t need to? Love the way he plans ahead.
He returns to the foot of the bed, kneels on the mattress, puts his hands on my knees and runs them down my inner thighs. I respond like I haven’t been touched in a year. A full tremble. A spurt of precum. All very dignified.
He caresses the thigh strap a few times before settling himself on his stomach, sliding his hands under my ass and kissing the crease between my groin and thigh. He’s found the straps in the back and his fingers toy with them. He glances up at me. “There’s more?”
“Turns out, I’m actually three-dimensional.”
He huffs a laugh. “That’s something I really dig about you. Now, say something nice about me while I suck your cock.”
He takes me whole, wrapping his lips around my base before sliding them up my shaft.
“How fast do you want me to come?” is all I can manage.
He meets my eyes, like he’s annoyed I asked a question while his mouth is full.
“I only ask because Jesus…that feels amazing.”
His next look tells me I can do better.
He’s right. That was the most generic praise ever. “Do you like sucking my dick?”
“Mmhm.”
“Balls too?”
“Mmhm.”
“You can be rougher. If you want.”
He changes three things all at once. The suction, the tightness of his lips, and then I feel his tongue lapping at me with every bob of his head.
God, it makes me wish I were big enough to fuck his throat. My hips writhe anyway, thrusting slightly with each twisting movement.
His nails dig into my ass cheeks, pulling hard at the flimsy straps. He turns his head this way and that, coming at me from new angles and taking me quickly to the edge.
