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Page 28 of Gym Bros (Bay Area Bros #2)

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B eing within sucking distance of Samuel’s cock for the last forty-five minutes has managed to make me lose what’s left of my mind. I’m all need and impulse with very few thoughts behind any of them. Just want. I want him. So fucking much I barely recognize myself.

Samuel lets out a soft, surprised breath as I draw the head of his cock to the back of my throat.

He tastes exactly like he smells. Like sweat and virility and nice soap.

Pulling back, I suckle his foreskin as I slowly stroke his shaft.

He’s not completely hard, but I don’t think it’ll take more than a minute to get him there.

His flesh is hot against my palm and twitching to life.

He’s got a lot of foreskin to explore with my lips and tongue. His hand lands on my ass, over the blanket, and he squeezes hard. “Fuck,” he says quietly. “That feels crazy.”

I flick my tongue across the loose opening and then, as he hardens and his crown emerges, I swipe my tongue across that, too, before going down on his length again. I don’t know what it was about the pizza and the movie that totally seduced me, but I’m ready to return the favor .

I moan around his dick as I take him once again to the back of my throat. I wish I could fit more, but he doesn’t seem unsatisfied.

“Your mouth, angel. Jesus Christ.”

I let the “angel” glide by this time, wanting him too much right now to get hung up on what he wants to call me.

Sucking him is pretty amazing, all told.

He’s rock hard, long, super responsive, and he’s not trying to leave bruises on my esophagus.

He’s letting me go slow and play, and I don’t hate the way he keeps clenching my ass in his big, strong hand either.

Yeah, I want him to fuck me again. I’m still a little sore from yesterday, but like yesterday, I’m too turned on to care.

The hip thrusts I had him doing at the gym tonight had the predicted effect on me.

I got hard watching him, and a little obsessed with making him keep going for longer than I probably should have. I’m amazed he didn’t call me out on it.

But I swear, I didn’t plan this .

I’m not sure that statement would hold up under cross-examination, but I didn’t go to the gym tonight thinking, hey—I’ll invite him home and blow him.

I was trying to give him an out if he wanted one by not bringing up yesterday, but I think we can both see how well that worked.

It would seem he didn’t want the out, and that’s a turn on, too.

But not half as much of a turn on as the way he listened to me earlier.

I feel like I owe him a really good orgasm for that .

A pulse of precum coats my tongue, and I pull off him, not ready for that orgasm quite yet.

With my hands on his thighs, I push myself up to press my mouth to his. His lips part instantly.

“Mmm…” I moan as he pulls me across his lap to keep kissing me. One of his hands is in my hair, angling my head the way he wants, and the other is moving up my thigh, between my le gs. When he palms my crotch, I practically stick my tongue down his throat.

He rubs me gently and parts our lips. “What’s in here?” he asks.

“See for yourself,” I say, spreading my legs for him.

His fingers slip beneath the hem of my pajama shorts and find the front of my satin thong. “Feels pretty,” he murmurs.

“Pretty basic,” I tell him.

He grins and strokes my cock through the thin, silky material. “You want to watch another movie, or can I take you to bed?”

“Bed. Please.”

He carries me there. With his hands under my ass and my arms wrapped around his back, and my mouth frantically seeking his, he carries me up the stairs to my bed and deposits me on my back. While he pulls down my shorts, I unbutton my top.

“Jesus, you look amazing,” he says.

“You should try complimenting something other than my looks,” I say.

“I know. I know. I’m working on it, but it’s kind of overwhelming. If it helps, you feel pretty fucking good, too,” he says, from his knees with his mouth on my inner thigh.

“Better,” I sigh, letting my head drop back as his lips and tongue trace paths over my sensitive skin.

Fine, I admit it. He’s sexy. He’s not elegant.

He’s not polished. He’s definitely not sophisticated or worldly, but goddamn, he knows exactly what to do—how to exist—to turn me into a bitch in heat.

I’m touching myself because he hasn’t made it to my dick yet, and I need it. I’m already remembering the way he drooled all over my balls yesterday— how was that yesterday?— the way I’d come with a shattering sense of urgency. Once wasn’t enough.

I mean obviously as evidenced by the fact that I threw myself at him once again on the couch. That I’m opening myself up once more for all manner of business.

With his mouth remaining on the softest spot of my thigh, two fingers skim lightly over my hole. “I’m very interested in this spot right here,” he says.

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm…”

I lift my sac as I stroke my dick so he can get a better view. He makes a low noise—the way a wild animal might warn you away if you get too close. It’s the sound Siva makes when she catches a glimpse of herself in a mirror—and that makes me smile.

I’m no stranger to feral men—take a guy out of a suit sometimes and an entirely different person emerges, but the raw need in the noises they make never gets old.

Samuel replaces his fingers with his tongue, and I whimper with pleasure.

His licks are light around my rim, barely penetrative, but wet like his blow job yesterday.

His stubble on my ass cheeks adds an extra special sensation that has me bracing my heels on the mattress to give him full access.

“You like that, angel?”

“Yes,” I say.

“You’re fluttering.”

“I know. I—I can’t help it.”

He hardens his tongue, using it to probe me and open me. “Soft,” he murmurs. “Sweet.”

Good, I think. Then all the effort I put in to cleaning myself up in the shower was worth it. At the time, I was thinking—just in case he comes on too strong and I don’t want to hurt his feelings—but lo and behold—I’m the desperate one again.

And God …what he’s doing to me is fucking spectacular. The open mouthed kisses, the long licks inside me, his hands squeezing the backs of my thighs as he buries his face between my ass cheeks and finds a rhythm that has my hand abandoning my cock to fist the duvet.

Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he eases off my hole and starts pushing me up the bed to make room to climb on. “You have condoms? Lube?”

“Yeah,” I pant, more than ready to have him inside me again.

“Where?”

I gesture behind me at the nightstand. “Top drawer.”

He stands like he’s in no rush and walks around the bed. I notice my panties are still on, just pushed aside, all askew to reveal everything. I consider taking them off, but I also understand he had his chance to take them off, and he didn’t.

I meant what I said when I called them basic, and now I wish I’d done something more elaborate for him. Black straps he could pop and snap. Lace he could lick me through.

Next time , I find myself thinking before internally cursing myself.

I hear the condom snap into place and the click of the lube cap opening. “Don’t use too much,” I tell him. “I don’t like it too slippery.”

“Any other requests?” he asks.

I look back at him. He’s fisting his erect cock as he stares down at me.

His gaze is hot and hooded, his naked body a gorgeously cut tribute to the male form. He has a faint tan-line that tells me he prefers a five inch inseam when he’s outdoors. My own lines telegraph the fact that I prefer a bikini bottom.

“Turn over for me, angel.”

I crawl to him then turn to display my ass with an arched back.

He moves the string of my thong out of the way before inserting two lightly lubed fingers into my hole. My arms nearly collapse. He twists and turns them inside me, ensuring I’m primed and slick for him. “I’ve been thinking about this pretty pussy since I left last night.”

I gasp. Precum shoots from me in such an alarming amount, I’d think it were cum if I didn’t know better.

My balls know better. They’re so fucking full and tight, I almost can’t resist the urge to rub them.

But I don’t want to come yet. The torture is too good.

Turns out I can’t help my mouth, though.

“Samuel—you’re making me fucking crazy.”

That does nothing but make his fingers move slower and cause a soft chuckle to rumble out of him.

“You’re so goddamn soft. Do you ever play with yourself like this?”

Oh God.

“Sometimes.”

“Then you know…”

“ Mmph ,” I bite my lips as I try and bear the lack of his full cock inside me.

“That thing you did on the carousel yesterday?” he says. “Remember that?’

“Uh-huh.” Even my voice is a trembling mess.

“You wanna show me that trick again?”

“Yes,” I whine. “Please. Now.”

“Good because this ass is too perfect not to be stuffed.” His fingers slide out and he gives me a light slap on the back of my thigh. “Give me some room.”

He doesn’t wait for me to move. His hands on my waist easily shift me around as he gets into bed. He lies on his back and pulls me on top of him. I kiss him the second I’m able to, my knees bracketing his hips as I do my best to rub my cock against his.

Why the fuck does he turn me on like this? I don’t remember feeling this horny since—I don’t even know when.

I blame his body. He’s hard and hairy in all the right places—his pecs, his lower abs, his legs, his well-groomed cock.

If testosterone were a person, it would look like Samuel.

As an important side note—his kiss is fucking phenomenal, but I’m repeating myself.

I just can’t get over how good it is. Soft with his lips and gently aggressive with his tongue.

It makes me want to kiss him deeper and deeper—fuse our mouths together.

I lie on top of him writhing, his stubbled face in my hands as I seek more and still more from his mouth.

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