as we move against each other. I can’t stop touching him, pinching his nipples, biting his throat, pressing my nose into his armpit just like I imagined when we jerked off over the phone together. Every one of Watson’s low, deep moans sends a fresh wave of lust crashing through me.
With one hand still on my ass, he reaches between us and wraps his hand around both of our cocks.
I groan, my thrusts stuttering and my muscles tensing as pleasure sweeps through me, and another burst of precum drips from my slit.
“God, Ev, you’re so fucking sexy,” he murmurs, dragging his lips against my jaw as he starts to jerk our cocks as one. “No one has ever made me feel so wanted, so needed. I think about you all the time; I think about you too much,” he babbles, his hand moving faster and faster as I bury my face in the crook of his neck and clench my eyes closed. My heart thunders wildly, the combination of his words and the way our bodies feel against each other pushing me right up to the edge.
I thrust into his grip, unable to hold still a second longer as heat pools deep in my stomach, threatening to explode at any second. In the tight channel of his grasp, his cock against mine feels even more incredible. So fucking hot, the combination of our sweat and precum causing a sticky sound.
Our lips crash back into each other, and my toes curl as I finally give in and let go. I roar into Watson’s mouth, my cock pulsing in his tight grip, my seed spilling over the head of his cock, his shaft, dripping down to his balls as I continue to thrust desperately, gasping and growling through my orgasm.
Watson breaks off the kiss and cries out, his release joining mine in covering us. Cum finds its way onto my stomach, chest, and even my thighs as we moan and grind until we’re both completely spent and breathless.
I collapse on top of Watson, dragging in ragged breaths, my lungs burning with the effort, my heart nearly beating out of my chest.
“Will it gross you out if I tell you I kind of want to live the rest of my life covered in your cum?” he asks between breaths. I can feel the curve of a smile on his lips as he kisses along my throat, his hand still moving absently over the curve of my ass.
“I’m all for it, although I think you’ll change your mind once it’s dry and crusty in all your body hair,” I warn.
“Shh, let me have my fantasy,” he jokes.
Watson
When Ev finally rolls off me, I nearly drag him right back, instantly missing the weight of him when it’s gone. Luckily, he doesn’t go far, leaving our legs twinned together as he rolls onto his side, facing me. He puts a hand on my chest, right over my heart, and I put one on top of his.
If you’d have asked me an hour ago if a frotting session could find its way to the very top of the list of best sexual encounters of my life, I would’ve laughed at you. I mean, I’m all for some good grinding, but it’s never been the main event in my experience. Holy hell was I wrong.
“Will you tell me something?” he asks quietly, sounding relaxed and sleepy. I can’t blame him. My body feels like it’s buried under a weighted blanket, my eyelids growing heavier by the second.
“What do you want me to tell you?” I ask, running my fingers along the back of Ev’s hand, feeling all the patches of rough skin and calluses on his knuckles.
“I don’t know. Anything.”
I chuckle. “Promise not to laugh?”
“I promise.”
“I’ve always thought it would be fun to record an album of children’s songs,” I admit, my stomach fluttering as I tell him the one thing even Mia and Jordy don’t know about me. “It’s silly, but I think it would be fun. I’ve already written a few.”
“Seriously? Oh my god, you have to sing me one.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Maybe later when I’m not covered in your cum. That’s just wrong.”
“Good point,” he concedes.
“Tell me about the best vacation you’ve ever been on,” I prompt, wanting to know everything about him—his favorite memories, his embarrassing moments, nightmares that kept him up as a kid, and his dreams for the future.
The warning alarm is sounding in the back of my mind,