Page 122 of Sharkbait
His co-manager Ken saves the day yet again. I really need to buy that guy a thank you gift at some point.
I tear open a condom and roll it down his length with my mouth.
He sucks in air through his teeth. “Fuck me, that was hot.”
“I’m about to, James. Have you ever heard of patience?” I pretend to scold him, but it’s hard to keep a straight face when he’s lying on my blue-and-white-striped comforter, looking so desperate for me.
“I have no patience where you’re involved, Lou.”
He sits up just enough to grab me by the back of my neck and pull me on top of him.
Holy shit.
He was wrong a moment ago.
That was hot.
I don’t waste any time straddling him and sinking down on his cock.
“So good,” he says as he fills me. “So fucking good.”
“You’re telling me,” I breathe and start to find my rhythm.
We move together like we were made for each other.
“I’m so glad this is happening,” he says.
“Me too.”
“It feels different than the first time, doesn’t it?”
“Well, yeah.” I laugh. “The first time, you had me up against a beer keg, and my left ass cheek went numb. This whole being in a warm, comfortable bedroom scenario feels pretty boring and vanilla if you ask me.”
“Oh damn, well, we can’t have that, now can we?”
With supreme finesse, he lifts me off him, turns me around on all fours, and enters me from behind.
I gasp.
“You like that?”
“Yeah, I do,” I say in a throaty voice that doesn’t even sound like me.
I lower my head and chest to the mattress which allows him to go even deeper. I swear I see stars.
“Do you feel that?” he asks, but his tone has suddenly shifted from sexy to actual concern.
“Yeah, I do.” I reach under us and cup his balls while he continues to thrust, but his movements are a little less confident now. “It would be next to impossible not to feel that, big guy.”
“No, no, I mean—” His voice climbs up a few notches. “Doyou feel like…?”
I press my palms into the mattress again and look over my shoulder. “Like what? Do I feel like what?”
He blows out a breath.
“Goddammit, you’re sexy when you look at me like that.”
His hands grip my hips tighter, and his eyes fill with renewed lust.
