“No.” I shake my head, not wanting to look at him.
“Why?”
His smirk grows as he nods his head. Reaching down, he unbuckles his belt, quickly pops the button on his jeans before letting them fall to the ground.
“I…” I trail again.
Reaching behind his head, he tugs up his shirt, and just like last time I’m stuck staring at his chest, at the tattoos lining it, but also at the definition in the muscles as he moves.
“Because…” My mouth dries as I watch him, eyes locked with mine. He stands a little straighter, his hands now off my body, and I’m left craving the warmth of them again.
His arms flex as he pushes down the boxer-briefs, freeing himself from them.
“Because,” my voice rasped as I admit it, “after the first night I showed up there, I hung out, had a couple of drinks, and I could feel the excitement. They all know who I am. And they all know that I shouldn’t be there, but they don’t really know why I shouldn’t be there.”
He nods his head. “And you knew they all wanted to fuck you, even with as much as they knew they shouldn’t.”
“No.” I shake my head. “It turned me on because I knew how much it’d drive you crazy when you finally showed up.” I smirk at him as his dick twitches as if begging him to just give in already.
“It was a game?” shaking his head.
“It’s all a game.”
He tilts his head as his hand comes up, wrapping around himself as he stands between my thighs still, and he gentlystrokes himself. When my eyes trail back up to his face, there’s a shitty smirk plastered.
“I convinced myself that I was just doing it to fuck with you. That I’d leave and go back home after I sent you that drink.”
“But you didn’t.” He cocks his eyebrows.
“As soon as I saw you, I lost against all the images I was trying to keep locked away for the last six months. I think subconsciously I knew it would happen.”
“Thank fuck.” He whispers to me before pressing his lips hard to mine. My back presses into the faucet for a moment before he lifts me off the countertop, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
He walks us over to his bed, pushing me away from him abruptly as he drops me onto it.
The light filters in from the bathroom behind him as he licks his lips again, his hand coming back up to his cock and wraps around his length.
My mouth waters as I push myself up to my knees, walking to the end of the bed as he stands in front of me. He grabs me by the shoulders as I reach for him. Shaking his head, he shoves me backwards against the mattress again before he’s crawling onto the bed and over me. Lining himself up with my entrance, he pauses as he looks back up at me, shaking his head.
“What?”
“This is such a fucking bad idea.”
“I know.” I laugh with him. “But then, why are we here?”
“Because it feels so damn right.”
Nodding my head, agreeing with him is apparently all he needs before he plunges inside, and I cry out, not expecting him all at once. Looking up, the smirk on his face fuels me.
“Shit.” He pauses, pulling out entirely before moving over to the nightstand, and I watch as he slides the drawer open.
“Well, at least this time you’re a little more prepared. Don’t worry, I brought some just in case.” I tease, trying to deflect from the fact I’ve never been so wrapped up in someone that I let him inside me without a condom.
“Shut up.” He laughs this time, looking over at me as he rips the foil, pulling it out and rolling it over himself.
His eyes blaze as they look at me, and I’m launching myself at him again. Straddling his lap as he sits at the top of the bed. He raises his eyebrows before his hands come down to my hips, pressing me down hard onto him.
Both groaning out, I push myself up onto my knees, sliding along his cock as I ride him.
