Page 190 of Gym Bros
Fuck, I need to be closer, though.
I plant one last kiss on the arch of his right foot, then put his calves on my shoulders and lower myself over him, my cock sinking balls deep inside. His back comes off the bed as he cries out.
I take his mouth once the sound fills the room, and his answering grunt is beyond satisfying. From there, I fuck him. Deep and slow, kissing him through it, massaging my cock inside his clenching body. I hold his head in my hands and rub my tongue against his repeatedly, this kiss lighting me up as much as being inside him does.
His hands are on my ass, feeling every squeeze of my glutes as I drive into him. His sounds get deeper, his movements more restless. He’s close. We haven’t done it this way nearly enough. In all honesty, his version of slutty is sticking out his ass, not spreading his legs, and I’m a sucker for whatever gets me inside him quickest, but this is exactly what I need tonight.
There’s always a time and place for fun or even athletic sex but making love to him like this needs to happena lotmore often. I’m thinking once a day, minimum.
His cry is strangled by my mouth as his body bucks beneathme. He shoots a load big enough for me to feel on my stomach as I pump into him harder, ready for that same explosion, that indescribable release.
He delivers it by doing something he’s never done before. His fingers move into my crack, find my hole, and he slips one in. The sensation is so unreal—so alien and extra, my orgasm bursts with very little warning. I clench my ass and bury myself deep, holding that finger right where it is as I come so hard, I cough against his shoulder. But the noise that comes out after that as my cock continues to pulse load after load inside him is a pure, feral growl.
He kisses my jaw and withdraws his hand, leaving me shaky and gasping.
“Was that my prostate?” I ask.
He laughs. “Not even close. I love you so much, Samuel.”
“No?” I ask in disbelief because I’ve never come likethat.
“I know what I’m getting you for Christmas,” he says, legs curling around my back as he holds me close, still inside him.
“Now I’m scared.”
“Don’t be scared. We’ll be in Hawaii, remember?”
“Yes.” I smile, settling my face beside his. “Yes, we will.”
“Rachel and Priya might come.”
“Oh yeah?”
“They’ll have a separate room, obviously.”
“Bungalow. I want a whole bungalow to ourselves with a private pool on the balcony.”
“Any other requests?”
“Ocean view. Full pig roast luau. Lots of skimpy swimsuits for you.”
“You, too,” he says. “I want to see all that thigh all the time.”
I tighten my arms around him and give him another slow, deep thrust that makes him purr.
“You’re the sexiest goddamn thing ever,” he says.
“So are you, angel kitten. Don’t be in London too long okay?”
“I can put it off?—”
I shake my head. “We both have lives. I do like you better here, but you know what else I’ve never had?”
“What?” he asks, his dark eyes finding mine, a line of concern between them.
“FaceTime sex.”
A slow smile spreads on his face. “Oh…you’re missing out. You’ll be so good at it. All those filthy thoughts and your dirty mouth.”
