Marques’s breathy sigh as I started stroking his fully hard dick.
“Jesus.” He squeezed his eyes shut and arched against me. “Armin…”
The sound of my name in that aroused whisper was sexy as fuck.
Do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting you?
I gave him a long, appreciative stroke from base to tip, and he moaned again.
“Oh my God,” he murmured. “I want to fuck.”
Just thinking about that, regardless of who was on top, made me hot all over. “Yeah?”
“Uh-huh. Except…” He tensed. “I’ve got lube with me, but no condoms.”
“Hmm.” I scowled. “Me too.”
Our eyes locked. There was still plenty we could do, but goddamn, I really wanted us to fuck. I moistened my lips. “I’ve only been with Tanya since I was last tested, plus we used condoms.”
“Me too. Err, with Chad, I mean.” He sighed. “Haven’t been with anyone but him since the last time I was tested.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I don’t think Tanya’s your type.”
“No. No offense.”
“None taken.” I brushed a kiss across his lips. “So, we’re probably safe to do this bareback?”
Marques seemed to consider it, then nodded as he slid his palms up my back. “Yeah. We’re safe.”
My entire body tingled with anticipation. “Then let’s do this.”
“Fuck yeah. And, um, I’m vers, but…” He met my gaze, his eyes hungry. “I haven’t bottomed in ages. If I asked you to fuck me, would—”
“In a heartbeat,” I breathed.
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.” I leaned down to kiss his neck. “Anything you want, baby.”
“Mmph.” He dragged his hands up my back. “Maybe we should get that lube.”
“Fuck yeah. Where is it?”
“My bag. Gimme a sec.”
We separated, and I watched him roll to his feet and pick up his bag off the floor. He put it on the other bed and rifled through it, and all the while, I just stared at him. I’d always thought he was gorgeous, and now that I’d seen him naked, with his hands trembling and his erection jutting out in front of him, I was never going to be able to look at him the same way again.
Do you have any idea how sexy you are?
“Ah!” He held up the bottle triumphantly. “Found it!”
“Good. Get over here.”
He didn’t hesitate. As soon as he was back on the bed, we were kissing again, hot skin pressed to hot skin as we made out and groped with renewed fervor. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this turned on. Was I even going to last long enough to top him? Because I swore I was right on the brink of an orgasm every time we touched.
He broke the kiss with a gasp and pushed the lube into my hand. “C’mon.”
“Mmm, in a hurry?”
“You’re not?”
“Okay true.” I put some lube on my fingers, and as he lay back against the pillows, I settled on my side next to him. As I nudged his thighs apart with my hand, he kissed me, and…
No, seriously. I had to be dreaming. There was no way in hell I was really kissing Marques while I fingered his ass so I could top him. It wasn’t possible.
Whatever. Just please don’t let me wake up too soon.
When I was sure he was ready for me, I slid my fingers free and picked up the lube. Marques watched me with lust-filled eyes as I stroked lube onto my dick, and he touched himself as if he just needed some contact and friction.
I sat back against the headboard and gestured for him to straddle me. Grinning, he got on top, and the anticipation alone almost made me come too soon. I pulled myself together, though, even when his full lips met mine and my heart went haywire all over again. Guiding my cock to him would’ve been a lot easier if we’d stopped kissing for more than a second or two, but whatever. I’d been wanting him for too damned long—the longer it took to guide me in, the longer we got to sit here and make out.
He broke the kiss with a breathy, “Fuck,” and sat up. I clumsily guided myself to him. As he eased himself down, he closed his eyes, and I stared up at his face, as turned on by his expression as I was by the sensation of pushing into his ass. The furrow of his brow, the way his lips parted, the long sigh as he took the head inside him—and I’d thought he was sexy before.
“Oh fuck,” he murmured, letting his head fall back as he came down