“Oh, fuck. You feel good,” he purred.
“We got to get you out of these clothes.” I sat up, pulling him with me, yanking his sweater over his head.
I crashed my mouth over his again as I unbuckled his belt and undid the zipper. I slipped two fingers over his boxer-clad erection, rubbing my thumb over the wet spot. Fuck, I was so hard I actually felt dizzy. I needed to undress before I exploded in my jeans. I stood abruptly, whipping my sweater and long-sleeved shirt off then quickly losing my jeans and boxer briefs. No sexy striptease. Honestly, it didn’t occur to me to put a little finesse or a hint of seduction in my game. I was just too fucking horny. And knowing Drew was in the same state stripped me bare. We were completely raw and primal and needy. Getting off was the only thing that mattered.
My cock swayed in front of me like an unhinged flagpole. I grasped myself at my base and stroked, aware of Drew’s hungry gaze as he kicked his jeans and boxer briefs aside. He licked his lips but held up his hand like a stop sign when I stepped forward.
“Wait. I want to look at you,” he said in a gravelly tone. “You’re so fucking hot.”
I grinned. “So are you. Show me that ass. Go on. Turn around.”
“Let’s go upstairs. We can—”
“No, I can’t wait.” I pulled him close, gasping at the feel of his naked body against mine. “Jesus, you feel good.”
My hands were everywhere. I couldn’t stop touching him. I devoured him with ravenous sweeps of my tongue, running my fingers along his spine and down his sides. I took a handful of his ass cheeks and squeezed. He whimpered with need and if possible, his dick leaked even more precum between us…or maybe that was me.
“I want you to fuck me, Li. We need condoms and lube and—”
I kissed him roughly. “Where’s my jacket?”
He pointed at the coatrack near the front door. I grabbed the supplies from the inside pockets and hurried back to him, holding a couple of condoms and a small bottle of lube in either hand while I swayed my hips like a pole dancer. My instincts told me to keep things light and humorous. I didn’t want Drew to tense up. Nothing killed a butt-plug removal expedition faster than a puckered ass. Well…you know what I mean.
“Ah, you came prepared.” Drew gave me an indulgent smile before turning to spread a blanket in front of the fireplace, setting a sexy, romantic scene.
There was just one problem.
“We can’t do it on the floor. It’ll kill my knees. Sofa?” I suggested.
He scooped up the blanket and draped it over the sofa. “You have bad knees?”
“After skiing all day, yeah.”
“Hmm. Luckily my knees are just fine,” he said, sinking to the floor, licking me from base to tip.
I shivered at the contact and slipped my fingers through his hair, tugging a fistful until he met my gaze. Fuck, he looked voracious. Like he didn’t just want to suck my cock…he needed it. Who was I to stop him? I tapped my cock against his lips meaningfully. He didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his fingers around my shaft and pumped it a couple of times, then swallowed me whole and sucked.
Holy fuck. So this was deep-throating? He literally had my entire length in his mouth. Wow. Just wow. I gulped and willed myself not to buck my hips and throw him off stride. He pulled off with a pop and smiled up at me.
“That’s…amazing. You’re really fucking good at that,” I panted, tracing the shell of his ear.
“I am.”
Drew smiled and did it again, bobbing his head double time. No one had ever gone down on me quite like this. He sucked and licked, applying the perfect amount of pressure. Every twist of his tongue around the tip of my dick sent a wave of pleasure through my veins, spreading through me like wildfire. I was getting close…too close.
I set my palm on his forehead. “Stop. I don’t want to come yet.”
He nodded in acknowledgment, then ripped open the condom packet, slid it over my cock, and handed me the lube. “Um…how do you want to do this? I think it’ll be easier if I lie on the sofa. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Just think of it as a medical endeavor.”
I snorted as I slicked lube onto my pole. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” Drew huffed as he lay on the sofa, hooking one leg over the back cushion. “I’ve never asked a guy to remove a toy from my ass unless we were in the heat of the moment and he had something to do with it being there in the first place.”