Page 5 of Want Me

The throaty growl of his voice and the words he spoke had me stifling a groan, but I complied, squeezing my root hard and then tugging upward again with a hiss of pleasure. I was having trouble concentrating, the way his gaze was boring into me, and my dick was threatening to go soft again under his intense scrutiny. I should've put a porno on, some other ambient noise besides the sound of my breath coming out in staccato bursts. I was suddenly too aware of everything around me and of him watching me. I had stage fright. Scratch what I said earlier—I was totally going to wimp out.

“Fuck. This is stupid.” I tucked myself away and got up, starting to push past the chair where he sat so I could open the door and send him on his way. Eric reached out and caught me by the hips when I tried to pass, pulling me between his legs as he looked up at me.

“It’s a lot of things, but stupid isn’t even close to what I’d call it.” That raspy, sexy purr of sound pinned me where I was.

My cock perked at the sensation of his hands on me, the firm grip of his fingers. His thumbs swept back and forth, steadying my nerves but doing some wicked magic to my libido.

“Hot. Sexy. Mouthwatering. Those are just a few.”

I swallowed hard, frozen in place by the slow circles his thumbs made. His fingers flexed slightly, his grasp on my hips adjusting so that the next time his thumbs looped around, they slid under my T-shirt and brushed bare skin. He watched me from beneath his lashes. There was desire in it, but it was sedate. Patient and prowling. “You need more?”

I nodded, only half-aware of what I was doing, and his mouth corkscrewed up in a grin that made my heart start pounding erratically again in anticipation of whatever was coming next. His head drooped forward, lips, chin, and nose brushing over the soft cotton fabric clinging to my groin. He nuzzled into my crotch, almost like a creature seeking attention, and my hand lifted to drop lightly on top of his head, touching the silky, dark strands of hair. I wanted to clench the strands in my fist and tangle my fingers through them, but I didn’t.

He brushed his open mouth across my stiffening cock, his exhale warming the fabric and my shaft beneath before he tipped his chin up to catch my eye again. “Riveting, impossible to look away from.” He exhaled a throaty chuckle. “I’m starting to grasp at straws, here.”

“Yeah, kinda sounds like you’re describing a car wreck or a celebrity meltdown now.” I hated the shaky thread in my voice.

Eric gave me a little smirk, easing back in the chair, then curled his fingers under, hooking the waistband of my pajama pants and drawing them slowly down over the tops of my thighs. “Want to try again?”

I swallowed a gulp of air and nodded, still frozen like a piece of lawn art by his focus. I wanted to keep it, keep him looking at me the way he was, his gaze making a slow circuit from my eyes to my cock. His lips parted on a breath as my hand transferred from the top of his head to the base of my cock jutting hard and swollen between us. When I was unable to get the momentum going again, he reached, watching my expression as he wrapped one hand around mine and started me off.

“Oh God,” I groaned, the sound helpless and raw, but shit, it was…something else, an out-of-this-world turn-on, as Eric's hand started guiding mine up and down my shaft.

“Mmm.” Another seductive purr of sound. “You like that?” His eyes flicked away from my cock, rising to meet mine.

I nodded mutely, struck dumb again as his fingers tightened around mine, pressure intensifying, the strokes slow and easy, considerate of the lack of lube. My body hummed with excitement and arousal like a lightbulb on steroids.

He jacked me for a couple of minutes, and my eyes shuttered closed as I lost myself in the rough pleasure. They snapped wide again at a rustle of sound, his zipper sliding. Another glance upward from Eric as he shifted around in the seat. I caught a flash of taut skin. “Is this okay? Shit, I’m so fucking hard.”

“Yeah.” Did I squeak it or say it? Either way, talk about riveting—once he had his cock out, my eyes were glued to Eric’s lap and the exposed vee of him as he dragged his fist up and down the smooth length. He was thick and long, cockhead so plump with blood it was shining. And he was uncut.

“Wow, that’s…” I was at a loss for words. Again.

“My dick.”

“Not what I was going to say, but yeah, that’s definitely a dick.” I had a sneaking suspicion he knew exactly how to use it to best effect, too, and I got lost for a few seconds, watching him stroke himself, hand gliding from root to tip, twisting a bit over the head, foreskin shifting and rubbing. I’d bet it felt fucking good. First time I’d ever had foreskin envy in my life.

“You’re staring.”

“Yeah, kind of hard not to,” I muttered. “And I need some lube.” The tandem friction of his hand and mine was starting to become abrasive. But I had no idea that he would take the bold initiative of leaning forward and sucking the head of my dick into his mouth.

Erotic, wet heat bloomed around my crown and radiated as his lips wrapped me.

I jerked back so hard and with such a noisy gasp of sound Eric laughed outright, shrugging at my wide-eyed look of surprise. “I mean, my mouth is right there.”

His chin tipped down, and he let a string of spit drizzle onto his own cock, completely unperturbed while my thighs tensed up so hard they burned. Ithadfelt good. So fucking good. My thoughts spun around in overdrive, at war with my body because I’d already gone beyond a half-assed experimental exhibition session. Christ, I was standing between his legs jerking off while he jerked himself. And I was itching for more.

“Do it again,” I whispered, echoing his words from before.

His expression became studious, searching my face while his strokes slowed. I thought he might say something—deny me, make fun of me, jerk my chain somehow—but instead, after a handful of seconds, and with that molten gaze still pinned to mine, he tipped forward, breath and lips ghosting hot over my tip as he flicked his tongue at the ooze of precome from my slit.

I staggered in a breath and made a pitiful sound, this kind of whimpering rasp, like it was the first time someone had put their mouth on my dick. But it was like that in a way with him. The whole thing felt surreal, and suddenly, whatever mental shackles that’d been hanging me up broke. I didn’t give a shit what I looked like or what exactly we were doing, or why, I just wanted it.

I shoved my pants farther down, to my knees, and when he opened his mouth and took me deep, my hand jumped to the back of his chair to steady myself because it was fucking amazing. The hot slip and slide of his mouth, the slurp and smack of his lips as he bobbed on my cock. He was messy and completely unselfconscious about it, which stoked my arousal that much higher.

“Holy fucking shit,” I groaned, spreading my legs wider, muscles straining to brace my weight and keep me from melting into a puddle. The chair began squeaking comically as he moved in it. My hand dropped to my balls, tugging at them, and his hand swerved in to bat mine away as he took over. The guy sucked cock like a pro, like something I’d see in a porno. He lapped fiendishly at me, taking me hard and deep into the back of his throat, then spitting me out all shiny and slick, dripping with his spit.

“I’m gonna blow,” I warned him on a raspy exhale.