Page 45 of Uncharted Desires
But before I can do anything else, Blake pushes my shoulders, making me fall back again, and pulls down my pants, along with my underwear, all the way down to my ankles.
He then sits on the floor in front of me, and although I can’t see it, I can feel his fingers untying my shoes before he takes them off, along with the rest of my clothes.
My chest rises and falls as I watch him emerge and remove his pants before he goes through his pocket and removes the condom. He drops it on my chest.
He goes through the other pocket and fishes out a miniature bottle of lube.
Trying to ignore my throbbing cock, I say, “You came prepared.”
He gives me a one-sided smirk, mischief dancing in his eyes. “I had a whole week.”
I pull myself up on the sofa, so my entire body is on it, and I reach out my hand toward him. “Come here.”
He puts his knees on either side of my legs and crawls up until his hips hover above mine, the bottle still in his hand.
I put one palm on his waist and grab his hard cock with the other, giving him a few lazy strokes.
Blake lets out a tiny moan, but his expression is focused as he uncaps the bottle and pours some liquid onto his palm. As he does, his hands shake.
I catch his eyes. “We don’t have to do this now. If you’re not ready—”
“I’m ready.” He wraps his lubed-up fingers around my aching cock, making me squirm. “I’m just a little nervous.”
I take a shaky breath. My gaze drops to our hands, massaging each other’s cocks, before I look back at his face. “Take your time,” I rasp, wholeheartedly hoping I will be able to handle whatever pace he chooses.
Nodding, he reaches his other hand behind him and his expression morphs into pained pleasure. It’s a good thing I can’t see what he’s doing—I’m not sure I’d be able to handle the image.
Blake closes his eyes and tilts his head back, his hips swaying above mine, alternating between bucking into my fist and onto his fingers, working on opening his hole up for me.
Heat pools in my groin, and I have to shut my eyes to keep my desire in check.
I use the time to grab the condom from my chest and tear the wrapper open with my teeth.
“Blake.”
He answers me with a moan.
“Hey.” My voice is louder this time, and he opens his eyes.
I let go of his cock and motion to his hand, still working on mine.
His gaze darts between my dick and the condom I’m holding. His expression grows even more intense as he frees my length, allowing me to put the condom on.
Once I’m done, Blake pulls his fingers out of his body and props his palms on the sides of my head.
“Kiss me,” he breathes out and lowers himself down. Before he can reach me, I lean up and grab the back of his neck, capturing his mouth with mine.
What I assumed would be a slow, shy kiss turns into anything but.
Blake pushes his tongue inside my mouth at the same time as I push mine, and they meet halfway, dancing between our connected mouths, tangled in a delicious fight.
Sharp exhales land on my cheek as he breathes through his nose, sucking on my tongue as if it were my cock.
It takes me by surprise when he reaches between us and angles my sheathed cock up. The second he lowers his hips enough for my head to slide between his cheeks, he ends the kiss abruptly.
We both breathe heavily, our gazes connected. Anticipation makes me want to crawl out of my skin and I roll my hands into fists by my sides, determined not to move a muscle, not even to flinch, as he takes his time and uses my body any way he wants.
Biting his lower lip, Blake lets out a groan as he slowly, agonizingly slowly, lowers his hips ore until my head breaches the tight ring of muscles around his entrance.
