Page 6 of Want Me

He pulled off me, cheeks flushed, his pupils wide and dark. His lips were wet and swollen and so damn sexy it hurt.

“What the hell?” I protested.

He smiled like the devil.

“We’re missing something key, aren’t we?”

I panted, confused, shaking my head. “No, we were definitely not missing anything.”

“You sure?” Then he slid a wet finger behind my sac and brushed over my hole.

My eyes fluttered closed, and I let out a whimper as he circled my pucker with the tip of his finger. It felt amazing. Worlds away from my fumbling, amateur attempts at stimulating my prostate the other night and on nights before. Eric’s finger edged back and forth along my taint, then rubbed persistently at the tight ring of muscle, shredding my restraint. My hips tipped by a fraction at first, magnetized by the light pressure of his touch, then more insistently the more he rubbed my hole but refused to breach it.

“Are you—” I started to question, and that was the moment he slipped the tip of his finger inside me. I clenched instinctively, groaning through the burn of his invasion.

“Bear down. It helps,” he directed and kept his finger still while lifting his other hand to circle around my cock again. Not enough friction, not even close. Just light, teasing strokes that distracted me enough for him to slide his finger deeper inside.

“How’s that?”

“Better.” And absolutely nothing like doing it myself.

“You have lube?”

“Drawer over there.” I tilted my head, unwilling to move because something was happening. Something delicious and shuddery. His finger probed farther, then curled, and my mouth dropped wide open in a soundless moan.

“There it is.” He sounded so pleased with himself, but maybe he was right to be because this put my awkward fumbling to shame. This was a whole different ball game. This was a whole different ball game in another damn universe. I gripped the back of the chair tighter, my lips pressing together as he teased the mound of nerve endings inside me, looking up at me with a lazy smirk.

“Fucking hell,” I gasped.

“More like heaven, I think, yeah?”

I dropped my chin to my chest, closing my eyes as he continued stroking my prostate. When I chanced another look, I could see his cock was still standing at stiff attention in front of me. I licked my lips, considering, then quickly dismissed the thought.

“It would feel a lot better with some lube and you spread out on that bed.”

“Yeah, okay.” I wasn’t even really thinking about what I was saying. I was just one big zombie nerve ending trying to get off.

Eric laughed as I stumbled on my way to the bed, forgetting the pants wrapped around my knees. I caught myself on the edge and kicked my pants the rest of the way off, flopping onto my back and listening as he rustled around the drawer of my nightstand.

“Bingo.”

I’d fallen sideways onto the mattress, and Eric came to stand between my knees, still fully clothed but for that gargantuan erection poking from his jeans. For some reason that was insanely hot to me, him being fully clothed while I was butt-ass naked. It made me feel vulnerable, though not in a threatening way. It was hard to explain. He stood there stroking himself, so inconceivably hot, and looking down at me like I was a meal he was about to savor, like he had all the time in the world. I felt like I was about to burst from my own skin.

“You’re sexy as hell, frat boy. You get told that often?”

“Not by guys.” The rough denim of his jeans brushed against my knees, sending a shiver racing up my thighs to my pelvis, like my entire skin had been sensitized. I was getting impatient for more. More of what we’d been doing before. More stroking, more sucking, more fingering my ass. Just more. “Are we doing this?”

He nodded slowly, biting his lip, still so damn unhurried I almost wanted to punch him.

“Yeah, but only if you make me a promise not to be fucking weird about it. Because I’m not going to be weird about it. And if you can make that promise, then yeah, I’m about to get down on my knees for you and take you the fuck apart, piece by piece until I turn you inside out.”

My heart slammed in my chest, every circuit in my body firing, and I nodded hard, just once, before I found my breath. And words. They were hard to manage. “I promise. Or, fuck, I’ll try at least. Just…go.”

Eric leaned over me, fingertips dropping to my chest, circling my nipple and pinching until it hardened. I sucked in a breath. Then his fingers drifted slowly down my abdomen, following the light trail of hair, his touch like mist ghosting over me. His caress dragged over my package, and my slit squeezed out another drop of precome that dripped onto my stomach. This guy was playing me like a pro, and I was loving every second of it.

“It’s more fun if you don’t rush it.”

Whatever. I didn’t care as long as he was touching me, as long as getting off was in the near future. Nearish future. The back of his hand nudged the inside of my thigh, and I widened my legs to accommodate him as he eased down onto his knees. My eyes shuttered closed on another ragged gulp of air at the sight of him kneeling in front of me. One hand landed on each of my kneecaps, Eric’s fingers curling to stroke the soft skin behind my knees. Then I felt the heels of his hands pushing against the top of my shins, urging my legs up.