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Page 33 of Gym Bros (Bay Area Bros #2)

“Make me.”

Before he does anything, he pauses the movie, so I’m not exactly prepared for him to grab both my arms, lift us both from the couch, then toss me flat onto my back .

I gasp when I land on the cushions, but I also spread my legs when he moves to climb on top of me. “How did you do that?”

“The better question is, what am I gonna do to you now?”

I grin in delight. “What are you gonna do?”

“What do you think you deserve?” he asks as he settles his hard cock against mine and flexes his hips, rubbing them together through our clothes.

“A kiss?” I offer.

He shakes his head. “You deserve a facial—and not the polite kind.”

My mouth drops open, and he moves in on it, kissing me hard and deep, driving my head back into a throw pillow.

Meanwhile, he moves my arms over my head and pins my wrists together with one hand.

“I don’t trust you with these anymore,” he tells me, his lips moving down my neck. I arch back to give him room.

His breaths blow hot and heavy against my increasingly wet skin as he licks and sucks and kisses. “You taste so impossibly sweet,” he whispers, and I shiver at the words.

“What should I taste like?” I ask.

“Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails,” he murmurs.

I lick my lips and nearly die. “ Mm…Samuel …” Writhing beneath him, my body begs for more. More kisses. More cock. More everything .

“What are your thoughts on condoms?” he asks.

“Are you…oh…I’m usually a fan.”

“Usually?”

“Like up until right now,” I say nearing breathlessness from his tongue on my throat.

I might have started the hickey business, but he’s intent on finishing it.

My body is now covered in his marks in various shades of healing.

Most are hidden, but he’s always classy enough to leave one giant one in a place I can’t hide without a lot of effort and questionable wardrobe choices .

“Huge fan of condoms,” I babble. “Religious about it.”

“Good to know.”

As he continues to devour my neck, he runs his thumb across my lips. I lick the tip, and he presses the tip in. I suck, my eyes fluttering closed. Does he want to have sex with me without a condom? I want that, but it feels like kind of a big deal.

Like maybe it’s too big of a deal to do with a guy I’m not sure would call me if I said I had other plans.

When he takes his thumb out of my mouth, I start talking again. “I just mean…oh, God…” I sigh as he sucks on my earlobe. “Why does that feel so good?”

“You mean…?” he asks low in my ear, wanting me to finish my thought.

“I mean, I don’t have anything catching…”

“How do you know?”

I try to move my hands, wanting to wrap them around him, but I forgot he was holding them down. “I got tested in like…um…before…this summer.”

“After Isaac, you mean?”

I roll my eyes, but he can’t see me. “Yes. After that.”

“And?”

“Nothing. And nothing.” My body bucks up again. “Samuel…”

“What, angel?”

“Are you out of condoms?”

“No.”

“So, you’re just asking?” Fuck, I think I’m about to come. I take a deep breath and back my hips up a little, trying to reduce the friction he’s relentlessly rubbing on my dick. It just makes him press against me harder, though, and I whimper.

“Just asking,” he whispers, lifting his head and planting his mouth on mine .

I groan at the depth of his kiss. It’s like he’s trying to lick my heart, which is fucking pounding.

“You can,” I say recklessly when he draws back to take a breath.

“I can, but Isaac couldn’t?”

“Do you really wanna talk about Isaac right now?”

“I wanna know if he got to come inside you—yeah.”

“He didn’t,” I say.

“Hm. But you’ll let me?”

“Fuck you, Samuel. Never mind.”

He laughs softly. “It’s okay. We can talk about it later. I have plenty.”

“Okay,” I say as he lets go of my hands and slides down my body. I’m in cotton pajama pants which he slides down to reveal the pink underwear I mentioned at goat yoga.

“Damn, these are hot. Where’s that sweet little dick?” He mouths my crotch, locating my erection and licking at it through the satin.

“I might come,” I say, sounding as alarmed about it as I feel.

“Oh, I wanna see that stain.”

He gives me the most epic over the panties blow job any man has ever given. It’s hot, it’s wet, it’s kinda rough and sort of soft, and within seconds, I jolt. Cum is gushing, and the stain is spreading so fast, I feel it.

“Fuck, angel.”

Only then does he drop the waistline of the panties and lick my dick, tasting what’s left of my spend drenching it and still shooting in smaller spurts from the slit.

Without tucking me back in, he kisses my lower belly before heading back up to my mouth.

My hands are free, and they’re as mindless as I am. I put them on his shoulders, lift my head and kiss him. Between us, I feel him wrestling his own cock from his sweats. After a firm press of his lips to mine, he sits back and eyes my spent dick resting on wet pink satin.

He strokes himself while I watch with utter fascination and worship.

As he grinds his jaw in preparation for his orgasm, he aims his dick down at mine.

With a much louder groan than usual, he comes.

Ropes of white land on my sac, my cock, my underwear and hips.

It’s a lot, and it gets everywhere, though he does maintain decent aim, all things considered.

It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed in real life.

When he’s done, and it takes a hot second, he lets go of himself and sags against the back of the couch, his hooded gaze rising to meet mine. “Sexy,” he says.

“You, too.”

“Guess I kinda like you.”

My smile this time is tentative. I feel shy. Overexposed. Marked. “I might like you a little bit, too.”

“I’m told I’m pretty cute,” he says.

I wasn’t trying to laugh. I didn’t think I’d be able to smile after being so painfully and embarrassingly honest, but here I am with cum stained panties and God knows how many hickeys on my neck grinning like a fucking fool for him.

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