blinked first, though? At this point, we’re both going to win.
His thumbs circle my nipples as we stare into each other’s eyes, and I squeeze him through the fabric of his jeans, wondering if he’s going commando like he does in sweats. He leans forward and licks my right nipple, just a quick swipe of his tongue. Then he closes his lips around it, sucking it deep into his mouth. My fingers convulse reflexively around his shaft, and we both groan in a mix of pleasure and frustration. My free hand goes back to his head, my fingers tunneling through his hair and hanging on. Not to guide him or hold him steady, but to anchor myself so I don’t go flying off into oblivion.
He releases that nipple, leaving it shiny and aching, then moves to the other side to give it the same treatment. All I can do is hang onto him and let him have his way with me. It’s all I want to do. All desire I have to explore his body is temporarily forgotten. There’ll be time enough for that later. Right now I’m thoroughly enjoying his exploration of mine.
His lips trail a path from my breast to my collarbone, his teeth scraping lightly up my neck, a kiss behind my ear, and then his mouth is on mine again. I sink into his kiss, letting go of his dick and scooting forward so I can feel it where I really want it. But with both of us wearing denim, all I get is a frustrating amount of pressure, not the satisfying friction I really need.
I let out a frustrated growl, and Colt chuckles, pulling back from the kiss, his eyes flitting all around my face. “Is there something you need?”
I glare at him. “I need you to take off your damn pants.”
There goes his eyebrow again, arching high above his left eye. “Is that so?”
I nod.
“And what about your pants?”
I huff out a sigh, crossing my arms over my chest. “So if you take something off, I have to as well? Is that the deal?” Not that I actually object to that, because yes, I definitely want my pants off too. How else am I going to get what I need?
He lifts one sculpted shoulder in a shrug. “Seems only fair.”
“And you’re all about fairness.”
“Well …” he draws out like he’s about to settle into a philosophical debate on the subject of fairness, “that is largely the basis of our relationship, isn’t it? I scratch your back and you scratch mine?”
A laugh bubbles out of me, and he grins. “Is that what this is? A mutual scratching of backs?”
Another shrug, that grin still firmly in place. “I think I’d prefer a different itch to be scratched if I got to pick, but sure, I’ll scratch your back for you if you want. But if you want my pants off, yours have to come off too.”
“Deal.”
His eyes widen as I climb off his lap and start undoing the button and zipper on my jeans. I pause midway through shimmying them down my hips and give him a flat stare. “Why am I the only one undressing?”
That’s enough to get him moving. His fingers immediately go to his belt and start sliding the supple leather free so he can get to the button and fly. “Sorry,” he mutters. “You have no idea how distracting you can be.”
I chuckle. “I think I might have some idea, given you’ve been prancing around here mostly naked for weeks.”
He lets out a bark of laughter, but doesn’t stop undressing, lifting his hips and shoving his jeans down his thighs. “I’ve been prancing around? What about you?”
I’m too distracted to answer with the way his dick is outlined in his gray boxer briefs, straining to get free. The fabric is stretchy and doesn’t do as good of a job holding it against his body now that the restrictive denim is gone.
After yanking my feet out of my skinny jeans, I step closer, my eyes never leaving his dick until I can’t see it anymore because I’ve settled right over the top of it.
Colt lets out a sigh, his hands on my hips pulling me down as he presses that ridge up against me right where I want it. Well, almost. But this is much better, that’s for sure.
With my hands braced on his shoulders, I rock forward, causing him to hiss, his head dropping back. “Don’t stop,” he whispers, like that’s even