Page 40 of Mr. Brightside

He rolls his shoulders out once, then again. I’m mesmerized by the way the muscles coil and ripple. He’s tension and chaos, release and control. This perfect specimen on the inside and out. And most importantly, as of today?

He’s mine.

As soon as I think the words, our eyes connect in the mirror. He sticks his tongue in his cheek, then gives me a pointed look that can only be described as lust personified.

I keep my feet planted and cross my arms over my chest, smirking back instead of shrinking under his gaze. We may be in another silent standoff, but this is nothing like what just happened in the kitchen, and we both know it. This is carnal attraction, unfettered longing.

I stand there expectantly, excited for him to begin his next set. I could watch him do just about anything, but watching him lift shirtless just shot to the top of the list of my favorite pastimes.

Except he doesn’t start up another set. Instead, he cocks his head slightly, his voice lascivious as he grits out, “Come here.”

Those two words and that mischievous glint in his eye are like gravity: I’m pulled into the room, consumed with the need to be near him. He turns around as I approach so he’s still straddling the bench, but facing me head-on.

I stop right in front of him, but he doesn’t rise to stand. Instead, he reaches out, hooks one finger in the waistband of my shorts, and uses his hold to pull me closer.

Dios mío.

He’s so fucking close.

His face is just a few inches away from my erection. A second hand joins the first. His fingers explorejustunder my elastic waistband, grazing the sharp v cut of my hips. He strokes the definition of my stomach, outlining the valleys where my waist tapers in. It’s not until his nails scratch against my trimmed pubic hair that I grunt.

He gives my shorts a little tug while nuzzling his face against me. His mouth isright there. I can feel heat radiating off him—warmth and sweat and desire that matches my own. I raise a fisted hand to my mouth to stop myself from moaning. When he bites me through the fabric, I almost lose it.

“Cory?”

I look down to find his eyes on me, his hands still hooked in my pants, his expression inquisitive. My dick pulses in anticipation when I see the intent in his gaze.

“Yes?” he asks, nudging my cock with his nose and making it abundantly clear what he’s after. What he’soffering.

“So much yes,” I pant.

He’s got my dick out and in his hand a moment later.

He strokes me once, and I have to imagine I’m rooted to the floor to keep myself from thrusting forward into his touch. Every muscle in my core clenches in anticipation as I watch him scrutinize every inch of me.

“Goddamn,” he whispers in reverence, peering up at me as he licks the tip and runs his tongue back and forth over my slit.

I spread my legs wider in encouragement as he grips me right at the base. His hold is firm, confident. His touch is instantly addictive.

He swirls his tongue around the crown a few times, then takes me deeper. One hand stays firmly wrapped around my dick, stroking me as he sucks. He works the other hand around my body, fingers digging into my ass cheek and anchoring me in place.

When he moans, I almost come from the vibrations.

I run a hand through his hair, more to ground myself than because he needs any sort of guidance. I’m both infatuated with and infuriated by how good he is at this. Because this? Me receiving?We’ve never done this before. But this is obviously not the first blowjob he’s given.

A flare of jealousy creeps up my neck, quickly replaced by my need to possess him. I roll my hips forward in rhythm with his mouth and pull hard enough on his hair to get his attention. His eyes shoot up in question, but like the champ he is, he doesn’t break pace.

“Mine,” I grind out through clenched teeth, doubling-down on my efforts to fuck his face. “Your mouth is mine. Your body is mine. As of today, you. Are. Mine.”

His eyes light up at my declaration, but I don’t have time to think about that. Right now, I only have one thing on my mind: a desperation to explode in his mouth.

I feel his hand move from my ass and circle my thigh. It’s the only warning I get before he cradles my balls. He kneads them in one hand, then when it starts to feel too good, he gives them a tug. I moan his name, completely consumed by the rhythm he’s establishing and the way he’s working my body.

Suck, swallow, suck, tug.

Suck, swallow, suck,fuck.

I’m so lost in him I can barely choke out a warning before the first spasms of my orgasm tingle up my calves. My abs clench as I cry out his name. He laps me up, sucking and moaning like he can’t get enough, milking my cock for everything I’m worth as I shoot into his mouth over and over again.