Page 71 of Flirting With Fire
I snorted. Dex was always the same. “Mister Impatient, much?”
I flicked open the cap of the lube, squeezing a little on my fingertips, then threw away the tube and circled my digits around his hole. I leaned over him and pressed in, crooking them to find his sweet spot. He cried out. Gotcha. I pumped in a few more times, but it didn’t take a lot to make my boy ready for me.
I wiped my fingers and leaned over Dex, his legs over my shoulders as I pressed in, one smooth movement until we were connected. I bent down to kiss him, hard and dirty, leaving him breathless and gasping, his cocking leaking.
“Love you, Dex.”
He tugged me closer. “I love you.”
It was good to say and hear it again.
I pulled his hips close to me and thrust in hard. Dex cried out and clutched onto my arms. I set up a slow, rolling rhythm until we were both gasping and grunting as we met.
“Jack me,” Dex pleaded.
I wrapped my hand around his hard shaft. It only took a few strokes, Dex was that close to the edge. He threw his head back as he yelled and climaxed, his seed spurting through my fingers.Even though my balls were screaming for release, I stroked him through his spasms until he opened his beautiful eyes, taking a moment to focus on me.
His wickedly lustful smile made my cock grow even harder if it were possible. “Your turn?”
I buried my head in the crook of his neck and my cock deep as I shuddered, pumping inside him. Then I sprawled over him, panting, messy, sweaty, and covered in his cum. I could stay like this, glued to him forever.
My new and official roommate didn’t agree. “I need to breathe, Jones,” he gasped. “Get off me.”
He shoved me hard. Grumbling, I rolled off onto my back and sprawled out, glad the bed was big enough for the two of us to stretch.
Dex stayed where he was and when I turned my head, he was grinning up at the ceiling.
“Happy?” I asked.
Dex turned to gaze at me and laced his fingers in mine. “I’ve gotten all I ever wanted. How lucky am I?” His eyes shone in the dim light.
I squeezed his hand, too choked up to speak. I knew exactly how he felt.
Just thinking about that wonderful day he asked to move in with him made me hard. I slid my hands down his back and cupped his ass cheeks, giving my hips a suggestive wiggle.
Dex scowled at me. “Behave. We haven’t got time.”
“Are you sure?” I slid one finger between his cheeks.
“I’m sure,” he said breathlessly, raising his head, but his eyes told a different story. My boy wanted to stay so badly. “I’ve got to go.”
He kind of bolted off the bed, and regretfully, I didn’t pull him back or we’d both be late. But I couldn’t resist a little teasing.
“Like that?” I gestured to his hot naked body. I kindly didn’t mention his erection pointing toward me like a homing beacon.
Dex looked down. “Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I might scare the cows.”
I leered at him. “You didn’t worry about scaring the cows the other night.”
I didn’t miss the way his cheeks pinked again as he headed into his closet. I could have fried eggs on his cheeks.
“I was sweet and innocent before I met you,” he grumbled.
“Sure you were, Chase. Let me remind you that the barn was all your idea.”
“I’m going to talk to Juniper. She doesn’t try to embarrass me.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I slipped out of bed and headed for the kitchen and more importantly, the coffee. Much as I adored Junie, there were a lot of things she didn’t do that Dex really liked. But now was not the time for more memories. We both had to get to work.
