I sucked in a gulp of oxygen, inching back to meet his gaze as I curled my fingers around his thick cock through the cotton barrier of his boxer briefs. “You like that?”
Tegan’s raspy half laugh moved through me like liquid fire as he worked on my belt. “Yeah, it’s okay.”
“Fuck you.”
I swatted his hand away to take over. He was going way too slow. I shoved my jeans and briefs out of the way and lunged for him. I bit the meaty part of his left pec, licking it better as I slipped my fingers under the elastic of his briefs and freed his cock. I dug my nails into his ass cheeks for purchase, jutting my hips and sliding my aching dick alongside his. Tegan groaned at the contact. He bucked forward, thrusting his tongue in my mouth in a demanding power play.
I reached between us, licking his lips as I stroked him from base to tip. I took my time, half expecting him to push me aside. When he didn’t, I tightened my hold, smearing his precum over our cocks. I jacked us as I licked his neck and his jaw, then captured his mouth. The kiss was messy and hungry…and a little feral too. A perfect complement to the frenzied jerk-and-grind below. But when a tingle of pleasure flitted along my spine, I knew I had to move. I didn’t want to be the first to come. I released us and pushed my jeans to my ankles before sinking to the floor.
Tegan didn’t miss a beat. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tapped his cock against my lips. I twirled my tongue around his wide mushroom head, teasing him with a languid clockwise motion to make him nuts as I pulled on my dick. When he growled a wordless command for more, I quickly obliged. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed him whole. T grunted and let out a lusty moan as I sucked him as if my life depended on it.
I hollowed my cheeks and worked him over like a Hoover. I set my left hand on his bare hip for purchase, jacking myself as I sucked, running my tongue down one side of his length and up the other. I lowered my hand to fondle his balls, rubbed the sensitive skin behind his sac, and traced his crack.
Tegan pushed at my forehead, knocking me on my ass. I released him with a pop and glanced up just as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans. I scrambled to get mine off too, but he was on top of me, pulling my wrists above my head and covering me completely. He aligned his cock with mine and rocked his hips suggestively.
“You want me to fuck you right here on the floor like an animal?”
I arched my back and groaned. “Yes…do it.”
He climbed off me abruptly and kneeled between my thighs, stroking his thick cock. I kept my eyes on his, stuck two fingers in my mouth, and lifted my hips to massage my hole. Tegan watched the show with a half-hooded gaze. I noted the slide of his Adam’s apple as he fumbled in the pocket of his discarded jeans.
T held up a condom and a packet of lube, giving me a second to refuse before tearing the foil with his teeth and rolling the latex on. Then he ripped open the lube, poured some onto his palm, and stroked himself. I sucked in a breath when he drizzled the liquid over my entrance. But he didn’t give me a chance to gripe about the temperature.
“Add another one. That’s it,” he purred, pulling my shoes off one at a time and shoving my jeans out of the way.
I obeyed, sliding a second finger and the tip of a third inside. It should have felt funny to be so exposed and physically vulnerable with someone who claimed to hate me, but honestly, I was too turned on to care. Tegan was obviously in the same state. He brushed a bead of sweat from his brow, crawled between my legs, and lined his cock at my hole. I moved my fingers out of the way just as he pushed.
“Fuck, that hurts.” I grimaced. “Go slow.”
Tegan went perfectly still. He lowered himself on his elbows and rested his forehead against mine, then dragged his teeth over my bottom lip. “I thought you liked it rough.”
“Yeah, but…you’re big. Give me a second.”
“Open your eyes. Look at me.” He threaded his fingers through my hair and gently tugged. “Good boy. I’m gonna tell you something, and I want you to listen very carefully.”
“Did you just call me a ‘good boy’?” I asked with a laugh.
“Mmhmm. I did. Listen up, Dec…I might dislike you, but I wouldn’t hurt you,” he cooed. “I’ll play nice if you do.”