Page 84 of The Sin Eater
“I will, if that’s what you want.”
Standing by the mattress that counts as my bed, his eyes are dark, and while I’m wondering how I’ve got the stones to show off my scrawny bod to someone so gorgeous, he grabs the shirt out of my hand. “Lose the jeans.”
I do.
“Commando,” he hums, giving me an admiring once-over.
“I guess I pegged you as a boxer briefs guy.” Encouraged that he’s now seen it all and hasn’t run, I get close enough to bite one of his nipples. More of a nip, really. Teasing. “Now get out of them.”
He slides them off, which gives me access. I’ve had my hand on his cock before, but now I can take more time. He’s long and thick, weeping a little, and his balls hang low and heavy. “You really are all man.”
“You’ve said that before.” There’s a chuckle under his words.
“It’s the truth.” I bite the other nipple and give him a shove. He sinks down onto the mattress, bitching about too many pillows as he settles himself.
“Can’t help it. I like comfort.”
“There’s comfort and there’s”—he pulls a small velvet bolster out from under his back and flings it into the corner— “whatever this is.”
Once he stops wiggling, I follow him down, seating myself over his hips. “You like it. Don’t lie.”
He’s got his hands round my waist, fingers stroking my ribs. “I like you, baby, and if that means I have to fight my way through excess bedding to get to you, well, I’m up to the task.”
I double over laughing. “You’re fucking nuts.”
“And you’re fucking magic.” He gets a knuckle under my chin and lifts my head so our gazes meet.
“I don’t know why you think that.” My voice is barely a whisper.
He traces my lower lip with his thumb. “And I don’t know why you can’t see it for yourself.”
I kiss him to make him stop talking crazy. Hell, to make him stop talking entirely. We have some fucking to get to. I work my hand down so I can grasp both our cocks, timing my thrust with his. We’re going easy, letting the heat build, and when I slide mylips down his neck to nibble on his ear, he asks, “Issat how you want it?”
I stop to pant for a moment, the roughness of his voice almost sending me over the edge. “Want you to fuck me,” I gasp. “Stuff’s under the pillow.”
“Which one?”
I shove back, hands on his shoulders, giving him my full-on princess glare. “Under your head, smartass.”
He digs around for the condoms and lube, holding them out like prizes. I snatch the condom packet away from him, tear it open, and slide the sheath onto his cock. “Shoulda got the extra large.”
“Shut up,” he mutters, reaching around to tease his way down my crack.
“I prepped some earlier.” Tossing the condom packet aside, I go for the lube, squirting out a big old handful. Rising on my knees, I take a couple fingers of the gel and slide them into my hole. Yeah, I’m more than ready for fucking D-Clem, and I smear the rest over his shaft.
“Gaaaugh.” He tips his head so his chin’s pointing at the ceiling, mouth open, breathing hard. The whole picture is gratifying as hell.
Lining him up, I slide onto his dick. He watches, his eyes dark, glittering slits. He’s big enough to sting until my body adjusts, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that he fills me in a way no one ever has.
“You gotta move,” he gasps, so I do. I ride him slowly at first until my ass relaxes a little more, then harder when I can take it. I’m locked onto his gaze, loving the way he chews on his lower lip, the way the muscles in his jaw tighten.
This ain’t gonna take long at all.
I start really pumping, tension building in my ass, in my balls. Every thrust past my gland spins me tighter. “I’m close,” Imanage, though who the hell knows if I actually said the words or thought them real loud.
He sits up, one arm wrapped tight around my waist, and flips me onto my back. My sexy little yelp of surprise is more of a scream, and he grins though his brow is furrowed. Maneuvering me so my calves rest on his shoulders, he proceeds to give me a demonstration in what it’s like to get fucked by a former college athlete who’s still in primo shape.
He pounds me, and I love every fucking minute of it.