Page 99 of Gym Bros
“I’ll be right back,” I manage to say. I take off the condom in the bathroom and wipe off my dick. I’m tempted to get him an icepack like I would a sparring partner I just put through their paces and landed a few good hits on, but that feels like overkill. He’s a man, and he’s proven he can take it.
Instead, I crawl back into bed, lying alongside him. He inches over and puts an arm around me, once again positioning his face for a kiss.
Oof. This is where it feels dangerous. He’s so beautiful—that’s an established fact. He’s sexy, too. But when he looks at me like this—like he wants everything I have to offer, it makes me want more.
I give him a short, soft one, which he takes before dipping down to press soft kisses and licks to my neck. His smooth thigh moves slowly but restlessly over my own while I hold him against me with an arm around his tiny waist. The panties are gone, sadly, but I like him naked, too. I can’t imagine who wouldn’t.
His hand moves from my abs to my chest repeatedly. I feel soft suction beneath my jaw.
“Are you leaving a mark?” I murmur.
“Mmhmm.”
I grin. “Why?”
“To make you less appealing to others. Shut up and let me work.”
“It better not make me less appealing to you.”
“Third degree burns wouldn’t make you less appealing to me. I can’t fucking believe I just said that. Shutup, Samuel.”
I laugh, shut up, and let him do his thing.
“Your poor ass,” I say as my dick twitches again. “You’re just asking for it.”
“Mmhm,” he sighs in the prettiest way possible.
I groan because I’m getting goddamn hard again.
And this gorgeous fucker, when he’s done giving me a hickey, snakes his way down my body, nestles between my thighs, and puts my dick in his mouth.
I prop myself up on an arm to watch him because he’s watching me, too. His hand is working my base, but his mouth is busy too.
He keeps pulling my foreskin over the head of my cock, sucking it between his lips and probing the opening with his tongue.
I’ll say this about the handful of girls who’ve given me head—they’ve pretended the foreskin didn’t exist, pushing it out of the way as fast as possible so they never had to consider it. Even Evan retracted it before he really got to work on me that one time. I don’t know if it weirds people out or they just don’t know what to do with it, but Calyx treats it like a fucking delicacy.
When his tongue slides all the way into it, I gasp. It shouldn’t make a difference, but the thin layer of flesh hugs his hot little tongue against my crown, and it’s fucking amazing.
“Shit,” I sigh, touching his hair.
He blinks his doe eyes and works his tongue further inside. It looks fucking salacious from this angle—raw and lacking any inhibition whatsoever. His tongue swirls a complete circle inside my foreskin, and I nearly come off the bed. I also come.
I shoot directly onto his plush red lips, and he smiles like a little devil and starts lapping it up. Kitten licks. Fuck.
I can’t stand it.
Unable to watch anymore because I’m afraid I’ll do something crazy like not leave the bed for the rest of the day, and I have to have priorities, I lie back and throw my arm over my eyes.
“I’m hard again, Samuel,” he pouts when I’ve stopped breathing so heavy.
I pat my chest with my other hand. “Come here. Let’s get it over with. I’ve got shit I need to do today.”
“Wouldn’t it be more fun to stay here?”
“Don’t fucking tempt me,” I growl.
He climbs up my body. I remove my arm, let him straddle my shoulders, and I wrap my mouth around his cock before using my hand to stuff his balls in there with it.
