And just like that, whatever was making me murderous evaporates. They might have had him in the past, but right now and until the end of this World Cup, I own him.
God. Chill, Roland.
“Let’s get to it then.” I rinse the last of the suds off my body and the wall.
“I’ve never met a straight guy who’s eager to be fucked like you,” he says as he steps out of the shower and grabs a towel.
“You’re such a little brat,” I reply, pulling his hand and leaving the bathroom. “I think we both know I’m not that straight.”
By the time we get back to the room, Coker is fully hard. He leans against the wall while I stand awkwardly in the middle of the room without a clue what to do. Is there an etiquette to sleeping with your ex-wife’s best friend? Maybe a handbook or a pamphlet? Even a short instructional video will come in handy. Because shit is about to get very real, and I feel wildly underprepared for someone who was literally begging to get fucked ten minutes ago.
He licks his lips, watching me in a way that makes my skin feel too tight for my body, then he shakes his head.
“Are you sure about this?”
I blink at him. Is he serious? “Am I sure?” I repeat.
“Yes,” he answers. “I know I want to. I’ve wanted to since—” He cuts himself off, shaking his head again like he’s about to say too much. “I just need to be sure you want this.”
Oh.
He’s actually checking to make sure my head is in it. And for some reason, that does something extremely inappropriate to me. My cock jumps back to full hardness because of howmuch I want it. He notices immediately, his eyes drifting to my dick, then lifting back up with that smug little smirk I’ve unfortunately grown to adore.
“I can see you’re on board. But I still need you to say it.”
God. Why is that so hot? Why is being asked for consent turning me on more than half the filthy things he has said today?
Again, like an overzealous airhead, I nod. “Fuck me already,” I whine.
He lets out a low chuckle. “Go to my travelling bag. Get the small purse inside it; there’s lube and condom there.”
“So bossy,” I mutter under my breath even as my body thrums with need. If he asks me to crawl to him right now, there would be no argument from me, I’m sure. For a split second, I feel like telling him we don’t need condoms. That I want to feel every inch of him. But my brain, thankfully, still has one functioning cell left, letting me know I’m being ridiculous.
I dig into his travelling bag, find the small purse, and pull out the lube and condom before straightening up and turning back to him, waiting for his next order. It’s like he has me on a short leash, and I don’t want it removed.
Still leaning against the wall, he jerks his chin towards the bed, gesturing for me to get on it. “On your stomach,” he says.
I obey without hesitation, setting the supplies from my hand on top of the bedside drawer before stretching out on the silk sheets. In another life, maybe I would pause and question why I’m this quick to follow his instructions. Maybe I would examine what that says about me. Right now, though, my cock is throbbing so hard between my thighs that it has hijacked every sensible thought in my head.
I’m damn near leaking precum onto the sheets, and the only clear thought I can conjure up in my brain is that I need him inside me as soon as possible.
As if he can read how desperate I am, he leaves the wall and stands beside the bed. His fingers slide over my arse, then trail up my spine in featherlight touches. Every brush of his hand sends another spike of arousal through me. If arousals can be rated, I’m definitely at the highest level. I lift my head and glance back at him, and God, the look on his face nearly undoes me.
His eyes are dark, taking me in like I’m something rare laid out just for him, like he’s already planning exactly how he’s going to ruin me.
“Come on,” I whine again, hips shifting restlessly against the bed.
He lets out an amused chuckle as his hand wraps around his thick cock, stroking it twice. “I just can’t decide what to do first,” he muses. “I want to feed you my cock and I want to be in your arse at the same damn time.”
“You would need two cocks for that,” I say, my hand itching to touch him.
“I know, right? Imagine what I could achieve with two dicks. I would be unstoppable.”
Any retorts I may have had die as soon as he climbs onto the bed and wedges himself between my legs. His grip is firm as he drags me down a few inches by the waist, positioning me exactly where he wants me. My breath stutter when his hands spread my arse open.
“Now I feast,” he declares, grinning.
His head disappears between my cheeks and the first slow lick along my crease makes my entire body jolt. His tongue drags down over my taint and back up again, and the sensation is so unexpectedly intense that my cock, which had softened a little, springs right to attention. His tongue presses against my rim and I gasp, fingers clutching helplessly at the sheets. The pleasure is electric. It courses through my body and settles in my abdomen, making my hips twitch before I can control them.I can’t even put this feeling into words. It’s too much and nowhere near enough at the same time. Every pass of his tongue is sending me out of my fucking mind, and his cock isn’t even inside me yet.
