Page 26 of Want Me
“You want me to fuck you, Nate?” He emphasized my name, and damn it sounded so good coming from him. I wished I could hear him moan it. I wished I could hear the syllables of it broken apart by his pleasure.
“Yes.” Thank God, a question I could answer easily. I wanted to feel him tearing through me, his hands on my hips, breaking me from the inside out.
“Then get your mouth on me and suck my cock.”
The anticipation had me jittery because I both wanted this and wanted to do a good job, wanted to give him a sliver of what he gave me, and I had no idea how to telegraph that properly. Why sucking Eric’s dick should be easier than kissing him was still something I didn’t want to think about, but it hung heavy in the back of my mind, so I put my focus on the cock before me, on that thick, swollen head, the bunch of foreskin, the veins and skin shades darker than his body and stretched so tight it appeared tissue-thin.
Eric settled one hand on the crown of my head, his fingers weaving through the short strands and cupping the back of my skull.
My skin buzzed with nervous excitement, a wholly different feeling from the arousal still singing through me. The duet of them made me feel high, out of it, like I’d taken a huge rip from one of Mark’s bongs.
Eric gripped the base of his cock and brushed his head over my lips, painting me with his precome.
“Goddamn,” he whispered, and the tinge of desperation in it was exactly what I wanted to hear. My mouth parted with the pressure of his dick stroking over it again.
I leaned forward, eyes fluttering closed as I flicked my tongue out and tasted his tip, the distinct flavor of him unfolding in my mouth, alien and not, and so fucking good that I wanted more immediately.
I sucked him down, savoring how he filled my mouth, the texture of his skin and how it glided over my tongue.
Eric yanked my head back suddenly, and my eyes flew open as I turned a startled look up at him. He seemed…undone somehow, some kind of ferocity in his eyes I hadn’t witnessed before and couldn’t quite understand the meaning of. It was almost…anger? But after a moment he gentled his grip on my hair, softly caressing the strands before twisting them in his hands again and nodding.
“Sloooooooow.” He drew the word out, and I kept my eyes on him, feeling a matched intensity in my gaze as I closed my lips around his tip once more, aware of every millimeter of his length as it slid into my mouth.
I took in the shape of his flared head, the notch beneath, and when he hit the back of my throat, my eyes watered as it closed up reflexively. With effort, I forced the passage to relax the way I’d done countless times before when funneling beers.
And then I took him the rest of the way down until my nose mashed into the wiry nest of his pubic hair and I was submerged in his scent, breathing him in—the spice of his skin, his sweat, the faint musk of his balls. Fuck, it was almost overwhelming.
He made a choked noise of surprise that turned into a long, satisfied groan as I pulled back slowly. When I looked up at him again, searching his sharp features, I was treated to a split-second reward of exactly what I’d hoped for all day: he was fucking gone, pupils shot wide, eyes glazed with a faraway ecstasy. So of course it was at that moment, when I was blissing out on him blissing out on me, that I sputtered and choked.
Eric snapped back to the present, trying to suppress a smile as I pulled off his cock and struggled to regain my composure with a few deep breaths.
“You don’t have to go pro immediately, you know. Trust me, it’s fucking good anyway.”
“Yeah, might’ve gotten a little ahead of myself there.”
And then we both burst into laughter—deep, belly-rippling laughter that felt good, that broke through the sexual tension but didn’t erase it, just made it feel…warmer somehow. More intimate. Eric caught my hand as I lifted it to swipe at my spit-smeared jaw. “Uh-uh. I like you like that, covered in me.”
All right, so be it. I took his balls in my hand and filled my mouth with his meat again.
“Yeahhhh. Shit that’s good. Lap it up. Get me all wet ’cause I’m coming for that ass in a second.”
Precome dribbled onto my tongue as I caressed it over his slit. He reached down, grabbing the base of his cock, painting it over my mouth and chin as I eased back. I stuck my tongue out, letting him smack his tip over the surface, push himself inside and withdraw at his own pace.
He was close, and a part of me wanted to keep going, but I wanted him in me. I fuckingneededit. I fisted his shaft and licked up the side, then dropped lower, hesitating only a second before I sucked one of his balls in my mouth. He groaned out, sinking his fingers deeper into my hair, kneading the back of my neck almost tenderly as I lapped at his globes and then licked the shadows where his legs met his pelvis.
I paused for a deep breath, then looked up at him and said, “Fuck me.”
Eric’s eyes darkened with arousal, the deep green of them flinty and scrutinizing. His lips parted on a soft breath as he released my hair. I missed his touch as soon as it was gone.
“Bend over the desk.”
My dick was so hard and swollen that just the brush of fabric over it as Eric yanked my pants down to my ankles sent a sharp pang though me. I reached down to pull my pants the rest of the way off, but he bit out, “No. Leave them,” then stuck his foot between my knees to wedge them as far apart as the fabric would allow.
I put my cheek to the cool desk, preemptively tightening up, waiting for an invasion that didn’t come. No touch, no cock. What the hell was he waiting for?
And then it came, his fingers spreading low over my back, stroking up and then back down.
He pulled my cheeks apart, kneading my right in his hand, and brushed his thumb over my hole. I sighed out a long, hopeful breath at the promise in his touch. Shit, I might come the second he got inside me.