“Yeah,” he breathed. “It’s way too much. Nobody has the right to look this slutty.”
My laughter got cut off when he sank to his knees, still dressed and with his shoes on, and grabbed my waistband. The T-shirt fell from my hand.
He tugged me close and nuzzled my hardening dick.
“I could eat you up.”
Mouthing my cock through the cotton, he looked up, eyes glinting with mischief.
“I made pasta salad for dinner,” I said dumbly.
Jay smiled.
“I want to suck you off first. Then we can eat, and after that, you fuck me through the mattress.”
“Uh-huh. Great plan.”
By that point, there was a tent pole under those damned sweats. Jay carefully tucked the fabric below my rearing dick andsucked the tip in. A groan tore out of my chest. God, I’d missed this. It had been almost a week since we’d last met.
He was so good at this, self-assured and greedy. Even with his lips wrapped around my girth, I could see hints of a smug smile around his eyes. I stroked his cheek, and his gaze got more tender.
I’d missedhim.
I’d been looking forward to kissing him, but I’d do that later. The wet warmth around my cock was clearing up the mess in my head, replacing it with simple things, like want and impatience.
With his palms on my cotton-covered ass, he bobbed his head. He encouraged me to thrust with a light pressure on my ass cheeks.
When I palmed the back of his head, he moaned around my dick.
I tested how deep I could go, how fast, a little more, and he just stroked my ass. Before I knew it, I was fucking his throat, and Jay made the most delicious noises of contentment.
“I’m close.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I’ll come right into your throat.”
“Mmm!” His fingers dug into my ass.
“You want my cum? Yeah?”
I didn’t take my eyes off his face until the orgasm blinded me. He swallowed everything, then suckled on my cockhead until I began softening.
Licking his lips, he stood and tucked me back into my sweats. Then he ran his hands over my bare chest.
“I love this outfit on you.” He gave me a peck on the cheek, but before I could kiss him, he turned away. “Let’s have dinner.”
I hung his jacket as he took off his shoes, then followed him to the kitchen corner. My head was still full of pink fog after theorgasm because the next thing that came out of my mouth was, “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“Sucked you off right by the door? Wasn’t that what you were going for, dressing up for me?”
I snickered. “Not literally. But I did put them on because I thought you’d like them.”
Jay’s smile widened. “I do. Love your dick in them. I get wet just looking at you.”
Things could be so simple and easy with Jay.
We ate dinner, joking about why my gym decided to dress their trainers like fuckboys and how I should always welcome Jay in nothing but gray sweatpants. Maybe it had been a good idea after all.
