He lifts his hand, like he’s going to reach for me, but quickly drops it.
“Do you like what you see?” I ask.
He shoots me a flat look. “What do you think?”
“I think someone’s feeling sassy.”
He grins impishly. “Maybe.”
“Do you want to touch me?” I trace the tips of my fingers down the center of my chest and stomach, but stop before I reach my dick.
“What do you think?” he asks again, his eyes glued to where my hand is resting against my lower abs.
Chuckling, I use my other hand to give his shoulder a little push. “On my bed.”
His eyes go dark with desire as he climbs onto my bed and shifts so he’s more in the middle of the mattress without me having to tell him.
Seeing him all spread out and ready for me, his pale skin luminous against the dark navy of my bedspread, is beyond sexy, and I give myself a few strokes as I take him in.
“You like what you see?” he asks, repeating my earlier words.
His soft voice and the way he’s peering up at me through his lashes would seem coy or flirty on anyone else, but I know his question is coming from a place of doubt.
Instead of answering, I climb onto the bed and lie over him.
He spreads his legs so I can settle with my hips between his thighs.
“You’re gorgeous, West,” I tell him. “I’ve always thought so.”
“You have?”
I nod.
If he were anyone else, I’d think he was fishing for compliments, but again, I know he’s only asking because he truly doesn’t see how gorgeous he is.
I lean down to kiss him again, and the soft sigh he lets out when I brush my lips against his settles some of the restless energy still buzzing inside me.
Our kisses quickly go from sweet and soft to hot and hard, and soon we’re right back to the same level of frenzy and need from before we moved to the bed, and I don’t stop West when he starts rocking under me and dragging his dick against mine.
Pleasure and need fill me in equal measure, and I break the kiss so I can go grab lube and a condom, but he just wraps his arms and legs around me like a crazed koala and holds me in place.
“I need to get supplies,” I tell him with a soft chuckle.
“You don’t have to,” he says, still clinging to me. “I went to the school doc after I found out about McKenna and I got my results.” He pauses as indecision flickers across his features. “So if you’re negative too…”
He lets that hang in the air.
“Are you sure?” I ask, giving him an out in case this is a heat-of-the-moment idea and not something he actually wants.
He nods.
I settle back over him. “I hope to fuck you’re prepped enough, because I can’t be gentle right now.”
A wicked grin stretches his lips. “Don’t be gentle.”
That’s all the invitation I need, and I cover his mouth with mine, giving him a hard kiss at the same time I grip my length.
He lets out a loud moan and arches into me, spreading his legs even wider as I guide my cock toward his hole.
