I watched him go. He left the door open, but because of where the toilet was, he was hidden.
When he came back in, I could see his bulge beneath his black boxer briefs. I didn’t take my eyes off him, saying a silent prayer that he watched me too. Brax had such a sexy body—a tight six-pack, solid arms—and that damn chain hanging against his chest. He stopped when he reached the side of the bed. I didn’t touch him, but I couldn’t help licking my lips. I wanted him so fucking bad. He was this constant ache beneath my skin that only grew each time I saw him.
“Fuck. Why do I want you so much?” he gritted out, his voice low and gravelly.
“It’s like you took the thoughts right out of my head.”
Brax cursed again, then shoved his underwear down mid-thigh, his erection springing free. Veins throbbed beneath the skin. I wanted to trace my tongue along each and every one.
He held the base of his cock, angling it toward me. I loved how confident he was, that he didn’t second-guess offering his dick to me with the expectation that I’d suck it. I was a safe bet. “Hell yes.” I circled his crown with my tongue, took him deep for one long, languid suck, smiling when Brax hissed.
“Proud of yourself, are you?”
“So proud.”
“I kinda hate that you’re so good at this.”
“I can be bad if you’d rather?” I replied. “Maybe use too much teeth?”
“I take it back.”
“That’s what I thought.” I licked him again, nuzzled his balls, sucked one, then the other. Brax’s fingers threaded through my hair, guiding me back to his leaking erection. Mine throbbed and begged for attention too. I rested on my elbows, bobbing my head, blowing him, taking in the salty taste of his skin and the slight musky scent of him that went straight to my head and turned me on even more.
“Jesus, I’m already going to blow my load.” Brax pulled back, jerking his underwear the rest of the way down and stepping out of them. He took a condom and lube from the drawer and set them on his nightstand.
“Fucking finally. You’re gonna be pissed at yourself that you waited so long to have someone so good.”
Brax tugged the blanket off me and straddled my thighs. “When will he get here? Should we wait?”
I laughed. “Fuck you.” I held on to his waist, ran my hand up and down his back.
“Yes, or I can fuck you.” Brax leaned down, kissed my throat, then moved over to suck my earlobe. He seemed to like that. “What do you want, Lacrosse? I’m vers.” He nipped my ear.
“Me too,” I replied breathlessly as he kissed my throat. I wasn’t sure how else to answer because I wanted it all. This couldn’t be a one-time thing. We had to do this at least twice just so I knew what it was like to have him both ways. “Fuck me.”
“You’re welcome.” I felt him smile, a zing of electricity shooting down my spine as he kissed and licked his way down my torso.
“What am I supposed to be thanking you for?”
“I’m about to give you the best dick you’ve ever had.”
“Promises, promises.” I’d just gotten the words out when Brax took his turn sucking me. He took my dick to the back of his throat, surrounding it in wet heat. I arched off the bed, choked him with my cock, but he didn’t seem to care. He took it, kept giving me so much pleasure, I thought I’d die from it. My nuts got his attention next, wet laps with his tongue before he went back to my erection again.
My whole body thrummed with need. My bones felt like they would melt, and I knew I’d come any second, but before I could, Brax pulled back. I pouted, complete with my lip out and everything.
“So fucking spoiled,” Brax said playfully before settling between my thighs and kissing me again. We rutted together, our shafts dragging against each other. He fed me his tongue and then took mine, squeezed my hip with his hand, then moved it up to tease one of my nipples, his mouth never leaving mine.
It felt like I’d been waiting a whole-ass eternity for us to get here, like I’d wanted him for longer than I had, which was unnerving as shit, so I pretended those crazy thoughts hadn’t infiltrated my brain.
Not breaking our kiss, I reached up, trying to find the lube. I knocked it over, but the bottle didn’t fall to the floor.
“Impatient?” Brax asked.
“You should be thanking me for the quality hole you’re about to receive.”
When he laughed, I couldn’t help doing the same, our bodies dancing together with the movement. “We’ll let my dick be the judge of that,” Brax said.