Wicked Lies Boys Tell

I shove off my boxers and sit up on the bed, my eyes tracking his movement as he grabs the lube and condom. Will he make me hold on to my headboard while he fucks me from behind like I’ve done to him so many times? Will he take it to the bathroom where I can see him in the mirror? Will it happen on the floor? My mind runs a million miles per hour as I try to predict how this will go.

“On your back, Justice,” he orders, his brown eyes burning with lust.

I frown at him. “You’re going to suck me off first?”

He shakes his head slowly at me, motioning with the bottle of lube in his hand for me to lie back. I plop back on the pillows and my dick slaps against my stomach. Lifting a brow, as though to ask, ‘what now,’ I wait to see what he has planned. He crawls onto the bed.

“Spread ’em,” he barks out, running his knuckles along my hipbone.

“You’re not going to fuck me like a girl.”

He rolls his eyes at me. “I’m not going to fuck you, Cope.” Burning intensity sears into me in his stare.

So he’s going to make love to me like a girl.

I grit my teeth. Heat burns across my cheeks. Shame has me tearing my eyes from his as I wrench my thighs apart.

His chuckle has fire searing through me.

“This is stupid,” I grumble.

“What’s stupid is you shooting down something before we’ve even tried it. Look at me.” His firm words have our eyes locked in a heated battle. “You had your fantasy of our first time together and it was amazing. Let me have mine.”

Guilt prickles inside me. I’m such an asshole sometimes. A rush of air escapes me, but I nod at him, trying to dispel the jittery feeling in my gut.

He opens the cap of the lube and pours some on his fingers. Instead of going straight for my ass, he wraps his hand around my dick and strokes it in a slow, deliberate way. Fuck. It doesn’t matter how he touches me, it’s always the best touch, each one better than the last. With each tug of my cock, I can’t help but lift my hips to seek out the pleasure. Just as I think he might make me come, his hand slides away to rub his lube over my balls. I groan at the sensation. Then, his slippery fingers slide past my taint to my asshole. From experience, I know it’ll burn at that first intrusion. But instead of pushing inside, he barely presses against the puckered hole.

I clench out of habit, but he doesn’t enter me. Letting out a frustrating breath, I give him a challenging glare. The bastard simply smirks at me. His finger circles the area, teasing me. When I’m about to tell him to quit fucking with me, his fingertip presses just hard enough to breach me. The familiar burn sends excitement coursing through my veins.

“Tell me what you want,” he utters, his voice husky.

“You.”

His lips lift on one side. “And where do you want me?” He teases some more, barely stroking the tip of his finger in and out of me.

“Right there.”

“Right where?”

“In my ass,” I growl.

“My finger?”

When I narrow my eyes at him and clench my jaw, he laughs before fully sliding his finger into me. I suck in a breath of air, ignoring the sting.

“I want your dick inside of me,” I rasp out, desperate for what he’s offering. Blindly I pat the bed beside me until I find the condom. I tear it open and pull out the condom before handing it to him. For someone who’s never technically had to use a condom in his entire life, he certainly rolls it on like he’s a seasoned sex god. I watch with rapt attention as the rubber clings to his veiny cock. It makes me want to peel it away with my teeth so I can suck on him.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, urging another finger into me. “You’re going to feel so damn good, Cope.”

His words ignite a fire within me. I want him to burn me with his words, his mouth, his dick, his everything. I want him so badly, I can hardly stand it.

“Now. Please,” I plead.

He pulls his fingers out. I immediately miss the loss of them. But then he’s coating his big cock with lube, readying himself for me.

“You say stop and I’ll stop,” he promises.

I nod, fully trusting his vow. “Go. Right now I’m begging you to go.”

His smug grin as he lines the tip of his cock against my asshole lights me on fire. The moment he starts pushing into me, panic rises up inside of me.

“Eyes here, Cope,” he commands, jerking my attention to him.