Page 80 of Deceiver

“And on non-working days?”

“T-shirts and jeans.”

That sexy smirk I’m growing addicted to appears on Keagan’s lips. “I can’t imagine you dressed like that.”

“Maybe you’ll get to see it for yourself soon.”

My slacks fall and Keagan’s eyes roam down my body. My cock swells under his attention.

“Those too,” he says, pointing at my underwear.

“I’m getting to it.”

I hook my thumbs around my waistband and tug my briefs down. My cock springs forward, making it impossible to hide my excitement.

“Damn,” Keagan whispers, toeing off his sneakers.

“Time to get you naked.”

I walk over to him and kneel between his legs, going to work quickly on his jeans. He lifts his hips to help me get them off, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip as he watches me. Rising on my knees, I tug on the hem of his shirt.

“Arms up.”

He raises his arms, his expression heated. I take his shirt off and toss it to the floor, but before I can do anything else, Keagan wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me close for a kiss.

For a few delicious seconds, I explore his mouth, reveling in his sweet taste, but hunger for more takes over and I push him back on the mattress, climbing up to press myself against his body. Reaching between us, I manage to tug his briefs down and he kicks them the rest of the way off. Our cocks brush together, and the sweet moan from his lips stirs my desire even more.

“Fuck yes,” Keagan moans, bucking his hips against mine. “More.”

“Patience, handsome.”

“Don’t have much of that.” He drags his teeth along the column of my neck. “Need you so much.”

“What do you want to do?” I ask with a desperate edge in my voice.

“I want to come, and I want you to come. However we get there is fine with me.”

As much as I want to get inside him, I’m not sure I have the patience I would need for that right now, so I focus on exploring his mouth with my tongue and his body with my hands.

Keagan writhes against me, his fingers clenching my shoulders as we find the perfect rhythm. Heat builds between us, turning our skin sticky with sweat as our cocks press against each other.

“You feel so good,” Keagan moans. “Are you gonna fuck me?”

The question sends tendrils of desire spiraling through me. “You sure you want that right now?”

“Hell yes, I’m sure. I want your cock inside me.”

“Need to get you ready,” I moan, kissing his neck.

“Nah, I can handle it rough.”

“Fuck,” I murmur as precum drips from my cock. “I’m already so close I might lose it as soon as I get inside.”

Keagan laughs. “I have faith in you. Got some lube?”

“Nightstand.”

He reaches over, and while he’s stretched out, I attack his neck and chest with kisses. Keagan finds the bottle and holds it up between us.