Page 32 of Try Me

“Kinda too bad,” I mused, trying to ignore the spike of arousal that coincided with thinking about him queuing up porn. What did he jerk off to? Guys? Girls? Both?

“No, it’s definitely not. Are you gonna—” Mark sucked in a harsh breath that turned into a groan as I found the tip of his cock and pinched it. Not too hard, just enough to put a dazed look in his eyes and dilate his pupils.

I liked the way he wore his arousal, not trying to hide it. It was in the color flushing his cheeks and parted lips, and it had a crossover effect on me, amping me up and winding me tighter. I wanted to touch him bare skin to bare skin, take the length of his cock in my hand, then grip it hard. Give him a rough, dry jerk that would sting as much as it would feel good.

He wanted it, too. As I kissed over his throat, lips prickling with the tiny shrapnel of stubble, his fingers moved tentatively over my back and clutched at my hips. Catch and release, catch and release. Like he couldn’t commit fully to any one spot on me and wanted to sample everything.

I stroked Mark over his pants. He was long, but not overly thick. Just right. The more I touched him, squeezed him, and stroked him, the more he responded, loosening up and thrusting against me. Using my thighs to hold him in place, I pushed his hips back and circled a thumb over his head and just beneath. I liked the noises he made, too, soft and muted, like he was restraining himself. I wondered what he sounded like when he really let go.

I wondered if I’d ever hear it.

Mark muttered another curse, and I stopped kissing him long enough to watch his expression as I touched him. He swallowed hard, and then his mouth fell open. Head tilting back, faint lines formed at the corners of his eyes when he squeezed them shut. I knew that look. I fucking loved that look on a guy in general, but even more on him. That I’m-fucking-dying look, the one that meant pleasure was hammering through him. That he was losing control.

“You were going to get me hard and then walk away. Like I did to you that night. Weren’t you?” I ran my fingers up and down his fly and then gripped the base of his cock through his pants. “Deny it,” I dared him.

“Can’t,” Mark rasped, and I almost smiled since he didn’t even try to hide how far gone he was. Or not. Because he blinked his eyes open a second later, determination shining fervently in them. “If you do that to me again right now, I’ll fucking—”

I squeezed the length of his dick. “Shut up.”

I hadn’t done over-the-clothes shit like this in years. It was hotter than I remembered, maybebecauseit’d been so long. I was spoiled by visuals, and now all I had was the tactility of him, the spreading dampness near the head of his cock, and the lusty roll of his hips.

It was entrancing, funneled all my focus into the dark hypnosis of his eyes trained on mine, so it took me a second to realize the sharp sting I felt was him pinching my nipple. I rumbled into a kiss, and he did it again. I wondered what he would do if…

“Fuck.” The strangled curse came from between Mark’s clenched teeth when I gripped the edge of the cabinet behind him, pressed closer, and filled in the space where my hand had been with the glide of my cock alongside his.

His hands flew to my ass, fingers skittering over the fabric for purchase. A tight, urgent grip that kept me coming at him in steady waves. Bossy. He knew what he wanted, and fuck if I didn’t want to give it to him. Forehead to forehead, we moved together.

I fucked Mark fully clothed the way I would’ve if there weren’t yards of fabric between us. I could imagine it—skin to skin, sticky with sweat, his ripped abs flexing with every thrust. My pulse soared, my dick throbbed, my breaths came heavy and aching in my lungs.

I wondered if he’d like it, if he’d ever thought of doing the same to me.

If he’d want to.

I bit his lip, sucked his tongue, and swallowed every gasp and moan he gave me. My cheek slid across his, and his panted breaths washed over my neck as I licked his earlobe. “Gonna bust in your pants, Farrow?” I teased, lacing my fingers through his and pinning them at his sides.

“Yeah.” That sound again, that strained groan, like holding back required even his vocal cords to tense. “Shit.”

I couldn’t muster any more sarcasm after that. The pleasure that accompanied each thrust was like an assault, the heat coming off us overwhelming. I caught his chin, held it, and wedged a hand down the back of his pants. I couldn’t help it. Skin at last. Mark’s asscheek was high and tight and fit perfectly in my grip. I squeezed, then slid a finger slowly down his crack.

“God, you’ve got a sexy ass.” I let my fingertip drift lightly over his hole. “Bet you’re so fucking tight.”

“Oh Jesus,” Mark whispered and threw his head back, teeth sinking into his full lower lip, fingers scrabbling and digging into my skin as he came apart on a full body shudder.

His back arched, and I kept coming at him, kept thrusting against him while he cursed. My orgasm hit quick and incendiary, a white-hot flash of liquid bliss streaking through me. First time I’d busted a nut in my pants in forever.

And I’d still hardly touched him.

Neither of us moved immediately, and then Mark shifted to one side and slid down the length of the cabinet until his ass hit the floor. I dropped down beside him, absently neatening the files I’d dropped, before pulling a napkin from my pocket. I stuck it in my pants for a quick cleanup and passed it over to him. It wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough for now.

After Mark finished, he balled up the napkin, looked at it, then up at me with a crooked smile. “Why the fuck do you have a napkin in your pocket?”

I blinked at him. “Grabbed it from the front desk this morning when I picked up a donut. Is that weird?”

“I dunno.” He chuckled. “Just seems a little fastidious for a former stoner who used to have a bunch of metal in his face.”

“Never know when I’m gonna need it to clean up after nutting on some guy in the file room of a prestigious law firm.”

Mark’s smile faded, and his gaze moved toward the door before jumping back to me. He wanted to ask something. I could see the question in his eyes, but he just adjusted himself and made a dissatisfied noise.