Page 136 of Challenge Me

He nodded, keeping his eyes on mine. His fingers raked all the way through my hair, and I groaned at how good it felt.

Since he was in only his briefs, I moved backward and dropped to my elbows. He arched, bringing me closer to his dick. Through the fabric, I ran my lips across the length of his shaft.

“Promise me something,” I said, lifting my gaze to his face. “You won’t keep anything from me, no matter how much you want to.”

His nostrils flared. “Okay.”

“Say it.”

“I promise I’ll tell you.”

With a nod, I jerked his briefs down to his knees. He swore when I took him into my mouth. Just having him there made me salivate as I continued further. With his balls in my palm, I applied gentle pressure that had his breaths coming quicker. Feeling bold, I moved my fingers lower and began to tease his asshole.

His dick hit the back of my throat, and I hummed around him. Using some of the saliva that was leaking from my lips, I explored a little further, pushing the tip of my index finger inside of him. His groan and the way he lifted his hips gave me the encouragement I needed to sink it deeper than I ever had.

“Amir, baby.”

I looked up and found him watching me. His cheeks were red and his eyes were hooded.

“Will you fuck me?”

Blood rushed to my dick. The nerves were still there, but not to the point of overwhelming me. In answer, I pulled my finger back, then slid it in to the last knuckle. Gripping him at the base, I continued to stretch him like he’d done to me so many times now. The way he squirmed gave me a new sort of thrill, and as I sucked on his dick, I felt a renewed sense of responsibility to learn everything there was to know about Remi’s body.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged on it until I released him. I trailed my tongue along my lip to catch the drool that tried to escape.

“You’re going to make me cum,” he warned.

I pulled my fingers free slowly, then crawled over him. “Would that be so bad?”

“Yes. I want to cum while your cock is inside of me.”

I kissed those dirty fucking lips, hoping he could taste a hint of himself.

He grabbed a condom from the drawer, but he hesitated. “Are you comfortable doing it raw?”

“Is it safe?”

“It’s been a couple years since I’ve been with anyone else, and I’m clean. You’ve only been with Avery, right?” I nodded. “It’s up to you.”

I took the condom from him, then tossed it at the wall, making him laugh before I kissed him. He didn’t pause as he added some lube to both of his hands. With one, he stroked my dick, and my hips jerked from the sudden sensation. With the other, he slid his fingers over his ass, then sank them inside. I stared down at them, mesmerized at the way he touched himself.

His grip tightened. “Are you nervous?”

“Not one bit.”

He twisted, but I kept him from turning over.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Moving to my knees.”

“I don’t want that.”

He blinked a few times. “I . . .”

“Missionary is highly underrated,” I said, trying to lighten the odd mood that had come over him.

“I don’t really want you to stare at me,” he admitted awkwardly.