Page 71 of Want Me
He ran a hand down my chest and fucked me deep and slow.
“It’s gonna be quick, because you were right: I was already close a while ago, and you coming all over my dick?” Eric sucked a breath through clenched teeth and stilled inside me, his hand dropping from my stomach to caress my hip. “That was so hot I think we need to make it a regular thing.”
“So fucking game,” I moaned, leveraging the counter to give him a better angle and clamping down hard on his cock as he thrust inside me. He gritted his teeth, thrust again, and I managed to brace one heel on the counter running at a right angle to the one I was backed against.
“Perfect, fucking perfect,” he murmured, the approving purr its own kind of pleasure saturating me in a hazy afterglow. I could see his pupils dilate, his eyes go glassy as hunger took over, and he came on a hard punch of his hips that knocked me back against the counter and flooded me with warmth that seeped out of me and ran down my thighs. He withdrew and pressed back inside, over and over until he’d gone soft.
Releasing his grip on my leg, Eric traced a finger up the inside of my thigh and leaned heavily against me as I eased us both down to the blessedly cool linoleum floor.
He twisted around and rested his back against my chest, and we were quiet as our strained breaths slowed and returned to normal. I drifted my fingers over the crown of his head, down the side of his neck, and he reached for them, pulling them to his lips and kissing the tips as he let out a satisfied sigh. “What were we doing?” He angled his head to the side to grin at me as I laughed.
“Putting up groceries, which I suddenly no longer hate doing as much.”
“You didn’t mention that when we were divvying up the household stuff.”
“I forgot. Also, whyhaven’twe done that before?”
“Docking?”
“Mm.”
He shrugged. “Dunno. I used to be shy about the whole circumcised-uncircumcised thing I guess. All these guys I knew when we moved back to the States with these nice, cut cocks…”
The cock in question rested against his thigh, still mouthwatering to me even in its spent state. I stretched my hand to run my fingers over the soft length. “I’m a fan. A big fan. Superfan.”
Eric chuckled, angling his arm behind my head so he could urge me closer for a kiss. “I noticed. And I’ll be exploiting it a lot more in the future.”
* * *
The proper way tocelebrate a new place was with a riotous party, of course. Mark and a bunch of other brothers showed up with kegs at ten. Jesse was already hammered, having arrived straight after his final exam ended, ready to get blitzed. He’d been guzzling anything and everything since he’d arrived around eight. As I glanced over at him where he drooped like a wilting dandelion on the couch, it looked increasingly like he was going to miss the party altogether.
“Guess I could put him up in the bedroom,” I mused as Mark handed me a red Solo cup of brew.
“Nah, he’s good. Definitely gonna get a dick or two drawn on his forehead, though.” Mark sipped his beer and studied Jesse’s forehead like he already had a marker in his hand and was prospecting the territory for the best location.
“Oh, hey, did that guy call back about the room?” The other guys had slacked on trying to replace us. Sam had taken my old room, but so far they hadn’t filled Eric’s spot.
“Nope. But it’s cool. He sounded like a douche canoe anyway. The three of us can cover summer. I’m sure someone will turn up before fall semester. Somebody’ll come back after taking a semester off or change plans.” Mark shrugged. “Not a deal.”
He glanced around the living room. We had the front door wide open, as well as the sliding doors that led from the tiny kitchen onto the patio. “So you’re really doing this?” he said after a moment, and a prickle of heat ran through my stomach. I turned my head and stared him down until he raised his hands and blinked away, relenting. “Ignore me. I’m in a shit-ass mood. I’m pretty sure I bombed my physics final.”
“Nah. I’m sure you pulled it off. You always do.”
Mark waved away my reassurance and hefted his cup. “Cheers, dude. To summer. You better not be a stranger.”
People drifted in and out,and I was starting to be glad for our pitiful collection of furniture, because there wasn’t much for anyone to stumble over, knock down, or break. Our biggest risk factor was puke, and considering the carpet, I figured that road had been paved well before us.
“You. Are. Huge. What’re you six six, six seven?” Jesse had not passed out after all, but was now swaying slightly at my side as he tossed back a shot with our neighbor, Richard.
Richard chased his shot with a slug of beer and laughed. “Six five actually, not bad.” He and his girlfriend were grad students, but I hadn’t gotten as far as learning what they were studying before Jesse interrupted. And he wasn’t wrong. Dude was massive. Built like the fucking Hoover dam, but he seemed cool.
“Sooooo, this gonna be a frequent occurrence?” Richard asked after Jesse wandered off as quickly as he’d arrived. “Do I need to buy me and my girl some earplugs?”
I glanced around, my gaze lingering on Eric as he stood in the kitchen, deep in conversation with Chet. Amanda was here somewhere, too. Mark had yet to seal the deal on that, but God knew I’d watched him try several times over the course of the night. He was good at slow game, though, and I wouldn’t be surprised to see him leave with her. “Nah, probably not,” I told Richard. “We’ve both got summer jobs, and we’re um…we were looking for a quieter place anyway.”
“Gotcha. Had to ask. The last two dudes who lived here, it was constant partying. Girls coming in and out, shrieking and making a racket.”
Eric glanced up, catching me watching him, and gave me one of those slow napalm smiles that coated my entire body in fire.