Page 13 of Want Me
All at once Eric ducked away, leaving my dick bobbing as I frantically humped the air.
“Come on,” I growled, irritable with the need to get off and yanking at the strands of his hair, trying to tug him back to me. But Eric only exhaled a quiet laugh as he put his hands on my hips and hauled himself to standing.
“You’re getting mean. Don’t get mean unless you want me to get mean back.”
Another little jolt shot through me, my head filling with vivid imagery of the two of us, our bodies sweating, tangled in violent exertion. I could be down for some rougher stuff. Hell, yeah. But not in a library.
“Turn around.”
“Why?”
He rolled his eyes and took a step back, nudging my shoulder until I reluctantly turned. The weight of his torso pressed against my back, and his hands trailed from my shoulders down the length of my arms, bracketing my wrists and stretching them up to a shelf just above my head. I could feel his erection digging into my ass, and damn did it feel nice.
He put his mouth to my ear, his stubble tickling the side of my neck. “Because it’s about to get really good. No more questions.” He covered my mouth with his hand, and when I tried to turn my head, his forearm tightened across me. Then he pushed my shorts farther down over my hips and wrapped his hand around me again. I was still slick with precome and his spit, and it took no more than a couple of strokes before I was back on the edge.
The fucker read me too well, though. As soon as I’d start to tense up, he’d let go of my cock and play with my balls. I panted into his palm covering my mouth and kept twisting my hips, trying to spear myself into his fist and get what I needed. A noise of frustration in the back of my throat only earned me his middle and index finger shoved in my mouth.
“Suck,” he said, like I had a choice. “Get ’em wet.”
I sucked, tasting salt and my own precome. He made a sound of approval and started jacking me again. I groaned around his fingers, nerve endings on fire, dick ready to blast a hole through a wall.
“You want these fingers?” He licked the skin of my neck where it joined my shoulder, and my whole body twitched with pleasure, my nails scratching at the shelf as I clung. I nodded and said when he pulled his finger from my mouth, “Whatever you want.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Fucking hell, Eric,” I snapped.
A loudshh!sounded from somewhere in the distance, and I froze.
I could feel Eric’s smile against my neck. I looked around and through the bookshelves but didn’t see anyone. My brain said worst idea ever. My body just wanted Eric to keep touching me, and fuck it if the whole building was watching. I had to get off,neededto get off.
Eric slid his wet fingers down the furrow of my ass, and when he teased over my hole, I responded with a clench and a jump. He let go of my cock and steadied my hip with one hand as he plied my hole with the wet fingers of his other. “I got you, Sanders, relax.”
Easy to say, hard to do when I was ready to jump out of my own skin—both from what he was doing to me and from the erotic thrill of getting off with him in the library. But I tried, rolling my shoulders, focusing on his breath hitting the back of my neck, humid and warm. The hand on my hip feathered a few light strokes that were almost gentle, tender.
“Fuck, you get me so hard, frat boy,” he whispered, that moniker not sounding as derisive as it had the last time we were together. The feeling was mutual, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. Instead, I clenched my jaw as he rubbed the rim of my hole and pushed his middle finger inside, making me tighten up instinctively. The sting made my eyes water, and he went still, as if he knew I needed a second to adjust. Then slowly he eased farther in.
“All right?”
I nodded.
“Good. Shit, you’ve got a grip like a vise. Remember what I showed you last time?”
“Yeah,” I mumbled and bore down as he pushed deeper.
“There we go. Yeah, fuck that’s hot.” He shifted to my side, cock-strained fly of his shorts rocking against my hip. He fingered my ass with one hand while unzipping, and I couldn’t help but slant a look down between my raised arm as his cock popped out, thick with veins and so fucking hard. “Get your hand on me.”
I let go of the shelf, hesitating as my hand fell to my side. This wasn’t what I had planned on. I figured we’d just go off in a corner somewhere, he’d jack me real quick, and I’d get back to work. This was turning into a full-blown…experiencelike we’d had in my room back at the house. Heat rushed my cheeks and everywhere else just thinking about it, thinking about how he’d fucked me. How much I’d wanted it.
But I hadn’t touched him—not his dick or his hole or really any other part of him—so the prospect of doing so now made me feel…I didn’t know. I didn’t know how the fuck it made me feel, but it was a different level somehow, and that made me nervous. Still, I was aching to come and so damn close that I didn’t want to stop.
So I touched him. He could probably feel the tremor in my fingers as I wrapped them around his silky length, but he didn’t say anything, just exhaled a soft, contented sigh. That little sound gave me the confidence to start jacking him in earnest. Dry, but he didn’t seem to care. He felt…good. Good in my hand, and I liked how his hips jutted forward every time.
“Perfect man, perfect.” And just that string of words had me on edge again.
I bit back a cry as a sharp sting assaulted my cock. My ass clenched around his fingers. He flicked my cockhead again, another lash of pain and then a flare of white-hot pleasure as his finger massaged my prostate.
“That’s just fucking wrong,” I gasped, and he snickered. I completely forgot about stroking him and was just squeezing his dick with no rhyme or reason, though he didn’t seem to mind.