He walks over to the dresser, but before he can open the drawer, I speak. “Don’t get dressed. Drop the towel.”
His head turns to the side to peer at me, a wicked grin forming, lighting up his whole face. It’s a look that has my cock thickening in my pants and lust unleashing through my veins. Without another word, he untucks the towel, letting it fall to the ground.
“Face me,” I instruct him, voice soft but firm. When he follows direction and turns his body toward me, a thrill shoots through me. “What a good little slut you are, following directions. Touch yourself for me.”
His cock was already half-hard by the time his towel dropped, so when he takes himself in his palm, he’s almost fully erect. He strokes himself evenly from base to tip, swiping his thumb across the slit where pre-cum has already gathered, before stroking back down again. My dick twitches and leaks in my pants, and I want more than anything to bury myself deep inside of him… or have him bury himself inside of me again.
We’ve only fucked the one time, when he topped me, but I’ve been dying to do it again. Maybe flip the roles. However, the way he let go and took charge in my bathroom the other day when I gave him head was hot as fuck, and kind of want to see him do that again.
“You wanna fuck me? You want to shove your cock deep inside my ass, like a greedy slut?”
His fist tightens around his length, and his lips part, tongue slipping out and wetting them. “Yes.”
“Did you like taking charge and manhandling me the other day?”
He nods his head, continuing a lazy stroke.
“I want you to fuck me like that.” He visibly swallows at my request. “Fuck me like you hate me. Plow into me so rough and so hard, I can still feel you tomorrow.” My eyebrow raises as I tug my bottom lip between my teeth.
“What do you say, Anderson? Can you do that?”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Anderson
“Fuck me like you hate me.”
How the hell are those words so fucking hot? From the minute I walked out of the bathroom, and his hungry gaze drank me in, my body temperature skyrocketed. Crew has these big green eyes that I swear to God are always fuck-me eyes. At least when he’s directing them at me.
He’s a walking, talking temptation. He drips sex appeal like thick, sweet honey, and the way he says everything with such an air of confidence and allure makes me want to act out every deep, dark fantasy I’ve ever had.
Sex for me has always felt mediocre. None of my previous partners were into the rough and dirty, so I’ve never felt I could explore the parts of myself that existed in the corners of my mind. He encourages that. He sees through me and knows what I need.
My legs eat up the distance between us in three long strides, and by the time I’m in front of the bed, he’s already standing. Our bodies collide and our lips meet in a savage kiss, my tongue spearing between his lips and tasting all of him. One of his hands ropes around me, taking a fistful of my ass, hauling my body as close to his as possible.
Tearing my lips away, I yank his shirt over his head before bending down and doing the same to his pants. His cock is hard as steel as it springs out, glistening and angry. He has a fat, delicious vein that runs through the length of him on one side, and I can’t help but trail my tongue along it before licking up the moisture from his slit, groaning at his flavor.
“Ah,goddamn, Anderson.”
Standing up again, my mouth closes in on his. My hand finds the hair at his nape, and I grip it tight, deepening the kiss. His fist wraps around my cock, sending a shiver down my spine, working me in long and even strokes.
I want to be inside him again,so fucking bad.
“Turn around and get on the bed on all fours,” I growl against his lips. His eyes open, pupils blown, and he nods softly before turning around and complying. The sight before me is fucking mouthwatering. His back muscles are bunched, his swollen cock hangs heavy between his legs, and his smooth, round ass is open wide for me. The pale pink puckered skin of his hole is on display for me, like a sinful offering.
I drop to my knees beside the bed, using my hands to spread his cheeks open farther, and flick my tongue over his entrance. As soon as my tongue makes contact, his hole pulses and he lets out a strangled cry.
“Fucking hell,do that again.Please.” His plea comes out, part whine, part moan, and I almost bust my load on the spot. It’s the sexiest sound, and all the encouragement I need to continue.
What little control I possess snaps, and I bury my face into his ass and fuckingdevourhim. My tongue lashes out violently, tasting every inch of him, from his taint all the way back to his tight hole. One of my hands reaches down and strokes his dick while continuing to eat him out. His taste and his scent surround me, and I’m fucking drunk on it.
“Fuck. Please, please,please.”
“What do you want, baby boy?” I ask, bringing a finger up to his now drenched hole, massaging firm circles around it before breaching the tight muscle.
“Fuck me. Ah, fuck. I want you to fuck me.”
His body trembles, low moans purring out of him as he welcomes me into his body. My finger rocks in and out with shallow thrusts as he pushes back on me. As I withdraw my finger, I spit on his hole before sliding back into him with two fingers this time.