Page 4 of Want Me
He shrugged. “Whatever. But really, no need to be awkward. Honestly, at the risk of having you go full bro jock on me, it was pretty fucking hot.”
He did this thing with his lower lip, where his teeth clamped down on the corner, while tendrils of fire crept through me and stoked my pulse. Raw, smack-you-upside-the-head desire coiled in my pelvis. Just that last sentence had unleashed it, and now I was sporting a raging boner. The look he turned on me then was one of assessment, but whatever was in my expression was enough to swivel his head back to my textbook. He dropped the pen he was holding between the pages and stood, shifting, but not enough to hide his own erection.
“Anyhow, if you need more help, you know where to find me.”
I sucked in a breath as he started for the door. “Eric.”
He twisted back toward me in a slow quarter turn, his brows arching high on his forehead. For a minute, I wondered if somehow he’d known this was about to come, if he’d known the second after he walked in on me and had just been waiting. But his expression revealed nothing more than open curiosity.
And God, I had to admit how hot he was right then: the dark tousle of his hair, the intense green-brown stare, that plump, lush mouth of his. He probably got as much ass as he wanted, regardless of gender. I reminded myself I was no slouch either. I had to in order to have the confidence to say what I did next.
“It was hot. For me, too. Obviously.”
Silence. Patient, excruciating silence. Then he wet his lips, and I watched rapt as the pink tip of his tongue slid along his lower lip before his teeth snagged that plump bit of flesh and trapped it. My heart thundered in my chest. “In fact, I was wondering if…if it could happen again.”
“Me walking in on you?” He asked it carefully, studying me.
“More like…maybe you watching me?” Holy shit, I couldn’t believe I was still talking.
“You like being watched?”
“I don’t know.” I was getting worked up again, frustrated, but I wasn’t sure about what, exactly. “The whole thing kind of threw me off because of course I’ve been busted before, but I’ve never had a reaction like that, and now I don’t know whether it’s…” I couldn’t bring myself to sayyou, so I chose the next best option. “…whether maybe I’m into being watched.”
“Or maybe you’re into dudes, too?” Fucker wasn’t going to let me get away with shit.
I shrugged. “Yeah, maybe that, too.”
“So you’re bicurious, and what, you want to experiment with me?”
“No! That’s not what I fucking said. I said I wanted you to watch me. But forget it, it’s a dumb idea anyway.”
Eric’s head tipped to one side again, a tiny smile playing over his lips as he looked at me like I was completely transparent. “Oh, hell no. I’m not letting you get away with that, Sanders. It’s out there now.”
I tensed on the couch as he turned around, closed the door and locked it, then dragged my wheeled desk chair closer to me before dropping into it.
“What are you doing?” My voice was ragged and thick, choked with my own horniness and rising panic at how much I wanted this. Even if I wanted to pretend I didn’t.
“I’m going to sit in this chair and watch you get off.” He lifted a finger when I started to protest. “And we’re both going to enjoy every second of it.” The guy was confidence embodied, sleek, sexual, primal perfection. My mouth watered just looking at him.
He dropped lightly in the chair and laced his fingers across the waistband of his jeans. It was so startlingly prim for a guy who looked the way he did, all rugged and artfully disheveled, that I would have laughed had he not been staring at me so wolfishly.
“Right now? What, so I’m just supposed to start?”
“Looks to me like you’re ready to go. Well, you were a second ago. And no offense, but you’re throwing off vibes like whoa.”
It was true—my erection had flagged in rebellion of this actually happening, actually being watched and expected to get off. I took a second to assess the situation, which only led to mass confusion. This was exactly what I’d been trying desperatelynotto wish for. And now the opportunity was sitting right there in front of me. Fuck it, I wasn’t going to wimp out. Maybe if I just got it out of my system, I could go back to my previously scheduled programming of tits and pussy.
“Just do what you would if I wasn’t here,” he suggested, getting comfortable in the chair. He spread his legs a little wider and shimmied his shoulders against the back of the chair.
“Ha,” I grumbled. Right. That easy.
Arching against the back of the couch, I eased my pants down to my upper thighs, my flagging dick exposed to the air, to him. But as soon as it was set free and I glanced up to see Eric looking at me with evident, naked hunger, it twitched. A shot of heat streaked through his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. God, he was just going to keep staring at me like that.
My hand wrapped the base of my cock and gave it a squeeze before I dragged up and shivered at the faint sting of dry friction.
Eric wiggled a little in the chair, shifting and tilting his hips slightly. The erection pressing against his jeans formed a huge mound that I couldn’t stop looking at.
“Fuck, you’ve got a nice one on you. Do that again.”