West reaches to grip my hair. He pulls slightly, the burn rippling along my scalp as I drop to my knees, kissing down his abs until I reach his pants. I remove them slowly, dragging my fingers over his skin, marveling at every inch of him. Once he’s naked, I rock back on my heels and look up, admiring his pecs, his V, his strong legs, hard cock, and heavy, full balls.
“I’ve officially decided you can never leave me. I think my standards have gone through the roof,” I say.
“And I have a great personality, right?”
“Something like that.”
I lean forward and lick the warm head of his cock. It’s such a different experience to be able to enjoy his body and not have to worry about a timer hanging over our heads or the feeling that we’ll be interrupted. We still could be, but for now the house is so quiet, all I can hear is West’s heavy breathing.
I suck more of him into my mouth, licking along his length, working him gradually deeper until my nose brushes his pubes.
“Jas …” West lets out a loud groan, and I immediately pull off and stand.
“We might have time, but this room isn’t soundproof. You’re going to have to be quiet.”
“Why are you setting me up to fail?”
I grin and kiss him, shucking my pants as he reaches for my shirt and pushes it over my head. Nothing feels as right as his bare skin pressed to mine. I hold him close, kissing along his jaw to his neck before burying my nose in his hair and inhaling deep.
“Are you sniffing me?”
“Greedily.”
“Why?” His shoulders shake with suppressed laughter.
“Because your scent turns me on.”
When West pulls back, his vivid green eyes have darkened. “In that case, feel free to continue.”
I kiss him again, because I can and it feels so right. He lies back on the bed, and I follow him. Our bodies line up, face to face, chest to chest, dick to dick, legs tangled together in a way that holds the other close. Our kiss lasts a ridiculously long time, each of us enjoying the moment. His taste, the feel of his tongue, the lazy glide of his cock against mine as I rut against him when it becomes too much to hold back.
“I need you to fuck me now,” he says against my mouth.
I’m more than happy to follow through. I lean over the side of the bed and open the side table to retrieve the lube and a condom. I deal with the condom first, rolling it on so I won’t have to stop to do it later, then slick my fingers up with lube.
“Spread your legs.”
West hurries to comply, and I settle between them. I return to kissing him as I reach down and run my fingers along his crease before coming to a rest over his hole. It doesn’t take long to stretch him to where I need him, but I take the time to draw it out. I tease his prostate with every other stroke, loving the way he tenses and twitches under me, his breaths gradually turning from long and heavy to short and needy.
“Please …”
“Shh,” I soothe.
“Need you. Nrgh … it hurts.”
I glance down at where his cock is angry and red, leaking onto his stomach, and balls drawn so tight he looks one stroke away from coming. Time to put him out of his misery.
I cover my cock in lube and reposition over him, West immediately drawing his legs up for better access. “Damn, you look so desperate for it.”
“I am.” His hips thrust lightly into nothing. “Please …”
Seeing how much he wants this, wants me, will never fail to turn me on. His desperation settles any lingering doubt I might have about how real this is, and as I position myself and start to push inside him, the feeling is indescribable. Just me and West.
All my weight is rested on my arms either side of him, and when I finally bottom out, I look up to meet West’s eyes.
West looks drunk. There’s a tiny crease between his eyebrows, and his eyes are glazed with lust. He rolls his hips, sending sparks of desire through me.
“Move,” he whines.
“All in good time.” I take his mouth again, licking into the heat, kissing him hard and rough, barely coming up for air, and then I start to move. He feels magic around my cock. Tight and slick, his body resisting every time I pull back, like it’s trying to hold me in place.
He reaches down to grab my ass as he starts to push up into every thrust, bringing our bodies together with the slap of skin on skin.
West’s lips break from mine on a long moan. There’s sweat beading around his hairline, and his grunts echo every sound of our bodies moving together.