Page 189 of Gym Bros
I unfasten the pants and slide them, along with my boxer briefs, past my thighs before stepping out of them and kicking them in the direction of my shirts. His gaze moves from my legs to my cock, up my abs and then across my chest, which is where he places the palms of his hands.
“Your body is insane,” he whispers.
“Flexible, too.”
He smiles and glances up at my face. “Yeah.” His hand drifts down until his long fingers encircle my cock. It’s ready to go again and responds eagerly to his touch. “So, I want this. Is that okay?”
“It’s yours,” I tell him with zero reservations. “But can we get you out of these clothes first?”
He gets naked with my help. He’s slightly paler, but that’s nota surprise. There’s been almost no sun for weeks. His skin is like polished ivory, only a hint of the usual tan line at his hip. I take his strong, delicate body in my arms and finally give him a full kiss. He sinks in, allowing me to explore the soft inside of his mouth.
Sitting back on the bed, I bring him with me. He kneels between my spread legs and moans quietly into my mouth. Desire and adrenaline muddle my brain chemistry as my hands move all over his silky skin in a desperate attempt to repossess him. The kiss is deep and slow, but it’s not gentle. It feels like part of the atonement process—something we both owe each other for not trusting inusenough.
“I need more room,” he says.
I give it to him, moving to the middle of the bed. As he crawls to get to me, I’m on my knees, reaching for him, but he puts his hands on my thighs, and I sit back on my heels as he lowers his head to lick the crown of my cock.
“Oh…” I breathe, doing my best to settle into this position. His back stretches out, lifting his ass high. His hair falls forward, tickling my inner thighs and the sensitive skin above my dick as he wraps his mouth around it and sinks down.
I brace myself with one hand on the mattress and the other stroking the long line of his spine. His hot, wet mouth slides up and down my shaft as his tongue applies suction. The slight twisting motion of his head feels surreal andgood. Too good.
I dig my nails into his skin. “Calyx…fuck…”
“Mmmm…”
“That’s perfect, angel.” I swallow hard when I say it, the word nearly choked.
Hearing it makes him slow to a stop, and he raises his face, red lips and everything, and looks up at me.
I take him by the jaw and kiss him hard. Harder than before. I drag his body close to mine, but his hand is on my cock now,stroking it. As our mouths move together, I slide my hand down his back again, over the curve of his ass, finding his hole and pressing a finger against it.
He lets out one of those whimpers that sounds like a plea for more. “I want you back,” he manages to whisper. “Take me back.”
“You’re mine, baby. End of story.”
“I love you.”
“I love you so much,” I say, unable to wait any longer. I want his body. His love. I want inside him.I want all of him.“Lie down.”
He sits first, and I nod toward the expanse of mattress behind him. “On your back.”
While he complies, I grab the lube from his nightstand and give myself a little before priming his hole with just enough. His legs are spread wide with his hips tilted up, offering me access. He moans, and his eyes shutter closed when I slip two fingers inside him and swirl them gently just beyond his rim. Done getting him wet, I lift his legs by the back of his thighs and move closer to him. He reaches for his ankles, but before he can get far, I have hold of his calves, putting his feet together.
I bite one of his pretty toes, and he reacts like I just shocked him with a taser, his entire body vibrating. My body has his completely figured out because with a slight shuffle of my knees closer, the head of my cock is notched at his hole. With one hip thrust, I’m halfway in.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
His feet, like the rest of him, are smooth and sweet. I kiss his arches and nip at the pads beneath his toes as I give him short nudges of my cock. I’ll toss his legs aside in a minute, bend over him, fuck him for real, ravaging his mouth while I do it, but at the moment, I can’t seem to stop myself from sucking his toes.
“Samuel! Jesus!”
“You like that?”
“Yes—I mean—maybe.”
Every inch of him is worth worshiping, but the way he’s squirming from this means it’s going into the rotation, because I love everything about it. There’s probably very few men alive who have feet this pretty and well taken care of. His cock pulses precum onto his lower abs as I take my new foot fetish to the next level, kissing and sucking and rubbing them all over my face.
He covers his own face with his hands as he whines and groans. I grin because this is as fun as tickling him. Sexier, too. He hates that he loves it.
