Smothering a groan, I throw an arm across my face. “If you’re the cowgirl, doesn’t that make me thehorse?” I mutter, then jolt when he brushes his knuckles down the length of my shaft.
“Close enough,” he murmurs, giving me an appreciative squeeze that curls my toes. “Bring your knees up.”
When I comply, he slides his hand up my thigh and rolls his hips, brushing the tip of my cock with his own. Even through two layers of fabric, it sends a shock straight to the base of my spine.
“Ever heard of frotting?”
“Gay brother, remember?” I reply, quivering with the effort to keep still. “Ellis doesn’t have much of a filter. Just because I’ve never done any of it before doesn’t mean I don’t know a lot about how guys have sex.”
“Lucky me,” he purrs, followed by another tantalizing nudge, and I make a strangled sound in the back of my throat. “But you probably don’t want to be thinking about him right now.”
“God.” My hands fly to his hips, locking him in place to rut roughly against him a few times. A satisfying curse escapes him as he throws his head back, bracing himself on my knees. He’s spectacularly sexy like this, the hard ridge of his cock slotting along mine, and every nerve in my body starts to fray at the edges.
I force myself to slow down. The last thing I want to do is blow all my big talk by, well,blowingten seconds in. Releasing his hips, I trail my fingers over every piece of him I can reach—up his spine and down over his ass. Breath ragged in my chest, I circle his ankles, then slide my palms up the curve of his calves.
“Jesus,” I rasp. “How is your skin so smooth? Do you shave everywhere?”
Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he lowers his cheek to my knee and peers back over his shoulder. “God, no. Only Neanderthals shave. Iwax.”
“Pretty sure Neanderthals are canonically hairy.” I dig my thumbs into the creases behind his knees, and he squirms, making us both gasp.
“Are younerdsplainingto me right now?”
“Absolutely not. It’s only nerdsplaining if it starts with the phrase ‘um, actually.’” I trail the back of my knuckles up the underside of his thighs, marveling when the flesh quivers under my touch.
“Is that so?”
“Mmm.”
“Then,actually, you’re missing the point.”
“Which is?” My hands have found his ass again—a perfect sculpted peach with its fuchsia valentine. I rub my thumbs over the fabric, still damp and richer than I’m expecting—a velvet contrast to the pale silk of his skin.
“That I wax.” He arches his back, slow and deliberate and sinuous as a snake. “Everywhere.”
Color me fucking charmed.
He starts to move again, this time with purpose, grinding and rocking and driving me ever closer to the brink. Delirious with the waves of pleasure coursing through me and emboldened by his breathy moans, I slide my fingers down the seam of his panties, tracing the crease of his ass before spreading him open. The thin strip of fabric barely covers his hole, and when I brush over it, his hips stutter and his lips part on a sharp gasp.Encouraged, I do it again, this time pressing lightly with the pad of my thumb.
“You like this?” I ask. “It’s okay?”
“Yes, Ollie.” My name is a low caress, spilling from his throat. “More than okay.”
My hips jerk in response, forcing him back into my eager grip, and the satin dimples as I breach his rim.
“Fuck,” we curse in synchrony.
“That feels really good, Ollie.”
“It’s so tight,” I marvel. “You’re…” The rest dies when he resumes rocking his hips, a steady rhythmic motion, faster than before. Bracing my feet on the mattress, I meet his thrusts with my own, chasing the inevitable abyss.
My thumb stays where it is, barely buried inside him and sheathed in satin, while my other hand kneads frantically at the working muscles of his ass.
“I can’t—” I warn. “You—oh—I’m gonna—fuuuuck.” Sticky warmth floods my shorts as I arch off the bed, fingers clutching and sparks racing up my spine to explode behind my eyes. “Shit. Shit. I’m sorry.”
He’s gone still above me, and I’m babbling and boneless and blown out, but I heave myself from the pillows to curl myself around him. He drops his head to my shoulder and sags in my arms while I trail drowsy kisses up his neck to the pulse point below his ear.
“That was insane.” Resting my chin on his shoulder, I drag my hand down his stomach and brush over the head of his erection, straining in its cradle of silk. “What do you need?” I ask. He twitches under my touch, and I slide lower, cupping him in my grip. “I’ll give you anything you want right now.”
