Page 97 of Gym Bros
I tug on the hem of his shirt. He lifts his arms, and I half grin as I pull it over his head. “Slutty hottie,” I say.
He bites his lip in a way I’m pretty sure only a model could. He knows exactly how little of it to bite to make it look sexy, not weird.
He shoves his hair around in another ridiculously hot move that has my cock twitching. I pull at the band of his sweatpants and peek inside. “Whatcha got for me in there?”
“Wanna see?” he asks in a low, sultry voice with a sleek movement of his hips.
“Mmhm.”
He pulls the pants down past his ass, his hips, his dick, and shows me the bikini cut black lace panties. They look insanely expensive, and they don’t hide shit. His erection is standing straight up behind the front seam, his balls tight and contained beneath it. Another thing that’s cute about Calyx? His dick.
It’s small and pretty. Pert and perky like his ass. Yes, he makes me feel monstrous, but that sexy little thing makes me drool. Makes my cock leak, too, in this case, enough to sprinkle his abs.
“Oh god,” he says softly, noticing.
“Wanna fuck?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
Our eyes meet, and he looks helpless. I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting that either, but I’ll definitely take it. I grab him by the back of the neck and crush my mouth to his. He groans and opens for me, his hands on my waist to steady himself. I grin when I realize he brushed his teeth, and I proceed to devour him.
He gets whiny and breathless in a hurry, his body arching to press against mine. I shove my hand down the back of his lace panties and squeeze his ass hard.
“Mmmph, Sam…”
“Fair warning,” I say against his neck. “I slept really well. I have a lot of energy to burn.”
“You don’t want to save some for your workout?”
“Oh, I’ve got plenty,” I assure him.
Now his hands are onmyass, and he’s practically gluing himself to me, lips parted too close to mine, begging to be used some more. I oblige. The pressure he’s putting on my cock is intense and so fucking good. I abandon his perfect ass cheeks to run my hands up and down his sides, caressing his thin frame. It gives him goosebumps and he squirms with a lustful shiver.
I never would have guessed there would be so much clawing sexual desire in him during all those subdued moments we shared in the yoga studio or during our date on the pier, but I’m happy to be wrong.
When we watched Captain America, I was positive I would have to make the first move, but that’s why his hand down my pants was so good. So goddamn memorable. “You’re a little sex kitten, aren’t you?” I ask as I pinch his nipples, realizing he’s been the one to make the moves this whole time.
“Apparently.”
“I like it.”
“Good, because it keeps getting worse.”
I chuckle, pushing his hair away from his face and looking him in the eyes. “What does?”
“The shit I’m willing to do to get you inside me.”
“Mm…tell me more.”
He runs a hand up my chest. “Or I could show you?”
“Yeah, all right. I’ll take a look.”
He bites my bottom lip before letting go of me and turning around. With his back facing me, he puts his hands on the mattress, stretching his arms out like he’s finding child’s pose. But instead, like he has the location of my cock memorized, he levels his ass with it and arches his back, his hole opening with the motion. He glances at me over his shoulder. “See?”
The view from this angle is dazzling. Black lace stretchesacross his hips, like he couldn’t care less if it rips down the middle. The long line of his golden back glows in the morning sunlight pouring over my bed from the bay window. His hair is a shiny, tousled halo framing his angelic face.
The effect is a swift kick to the gut. “Yeah,” I say softly. “I do see.”
