Page 38 of Tossed into the Mob
Our breath mingled, and my stubble brushed over his jaw. A knot of anticipation expanded in my belly, and I wrested control as his skin pinkened. I yanked his head back and my tongue probed his lips. He sighed, sending a tingling sensation through me, and my tongue darted between his parted lips.
When we finally broke apart, our chests were heaving. I rested my brow against his as we breathed in unison, while the enticing scents of sweat and slick washed over me.
“I was checking if we were just friends, and we definitely aren’t.” He giggled, a sound so light that it captured my heart and squeezed. The vibrations from his body had my cock stirring, and I winced as it pressed against my zipper.
I tilted his chin, wanting to see what was in his gaze, and I wasn’t disappointed. There was love mixed with heat and lust, and I dipped my head and trailed kisses along his jaw and over the delicate skin on his throat. His breathy moaning urged me on, telling me he wanted more, just as I did. After grazing my teeth over the base of his throat, I placed both hands on Brock’s butt and squeezed.
He flung his head back. “That’s the spot. Right there.” He ground his hips against me, igniting a fire deep inside me.
I couldn’t wait any longer, I was fed up with taking it slow, but I fumbled with his sweater and he pushed me away. His eyes were so dark as they caught the light. He pulled the sweater over his head, but I was impatient and grabbed his T-shirt. My hands slid over his warm skin, and goosebumps raised their pointed heads under my fingertips before I tugged at the tee.
His whimpers, narrowed eyes, and heavy breathing matched mine, and I picked him up and stumbled into the bedroom. He pulled my head down, and we kissed as he mumbled into my mouth how much he wanted me.
We collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs with Brock on top of me. He pressed his hands on my chest and levered himself up.
“Is this how it’s going to be? Me on top?”
I wanted to be inside him and didn’t give a damn how or where, but a desire to plow into him while hovering over him took hold, and I flipped us.
Brock squealed. “You know when having sex, it’s usual to remove your clothes.”
“Is that so? Must be some new-fangled custom.”
Brock giggle-snorted. “New-fangled?” He put a hand to his brow, mimicking a sailor staring at the horizon. “What did you do with Treyton? He must be here somewhere.”
“Hush, you.” I rolled off the bed and yanked my pants and briefs down. My cock bounded out, and Brock lowered his gaze, his eyes locked on my length.
He got up on one elbow and crooked his finger as he sported a wicked smile. “Come closer.”
My pants were around my ankles, and I waddled to the side of the bed.
He peered at my cock, and I tensed, waiting for him to pump it or wrap his lips around it. But he swiped the bead of pre-cum from the tip and sucked it off his finger.
Gods, that was hot. His flushed cheeks and mussed hair along with his glazed eyes were like a siren song, luring me toward him. And I was going willingly.
I ripped off my sweater and shirt and put a knee on the bed. I grabbed his zipper and lowered it slowly. Our eyes were locked on one another, and Brock lifted his hips as I shimmied off his jeans and boxers.
Now it was my turn to be stunned. My first thought was why didn’t he tell me he was so big, which was the most ridiculous thing ever. But the size of his aroused cock scrambled my thoughts.
“See something you like?” He grinned and stroked his length. Gods, I’d come before I was inside him if he kept doing that.
“Very much.”
He parted his legs and fingered his hole, revealing copious amounts of slick.
“If you don’t hurry up—” I silenced him with a kiss, and he tweaked my nipple.
I’d never experienced the mingling of pleasure and pain, and I teetered between the two as goosebumps scampered over my body.
“I want you inside me.” Brock lifted his knees and parted his butt cheeks, showing me his puckered hole.
“Me too.”
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“Is this where you want to be?” I fingered my hole, going in and out, and Treyton’s breath caught in his throat as he watched each thrust.
