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Actually, he’d had me on edge for three fucking years.
Without thinking too hard about it, I grabbed the back of his neck, lunged up and crushed my mouth to his. Dan froze for a split second before he grinned against my lips, then thrust his tongue deep to meet mine. A low groan vibrated into my mouth as he bent his knees to band his arm under my ass and lift me off my feet.
I grunted in surprise, but found my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips, even though it was such a foreign position to be in. I’d been with women bigger than me—my ex, Hannah, had been a curvy girl with a couple inches on me—but I’d never been picked up like this before.
Suddenly, I was so unbelievably turned on that I couldn’t think straight. My mind went blank. My heart pounding, I thrust my tongue desperately into his mouth, only vaguely aware that he’d started moving, carrying me somewhere.
He sat down on the couch with me on top of him, straddling his thighs. I was too turned on to be nervous anymore, and I wasn’t willing to stop kissing him for even a second as I gripped his hair tight, keeping him right where I needed him.
He groaned into my mouth, hands sliding up my trembling thighs before he grabbed my hips and jerked me forward on his lap until I was plastered to his front. Our cocks rubbed together through our pants, making me shudder with pleasure. I was already leaking, the tip sticking to the thin fabric.
His fingers tightened, urging me to rock my hips into his. So I did. A helpless groan left me as I did it again, and again, unable to stop when I felt his hot, hard length rubbing against mine.
Ewen moaned into my mouth and finally broke the kiss, breathing faster. “Damn, kitten.” Grabbing my wrist, he dragged my hand down his front. “Touch me.”
I bit my lip as I trailed my fingers tentatively over his tight stomach. Already panting, my whole body trembling, I rested my forehead against his to look down and watch as I ran a fingertip along the line of hair descending from his navel. My cock pulsed as his hips strained up beneath me.
“Touch my cock, Rafe,” he rasped, guiding my hand into his pants.
Oh fuck. My breath caught as he urged me to wrap my fingers around his hot, hard dick, then pulled his hand free to rest it on my thigh.
I swallowed and hesitantly squeezed, which made him grunt and grip my leg tighter. My cock throbbed insistently at the feel of another person’s dick in my hand for the first time. Ewen’s dick. The dick I’d watched, night after night, sinking inside his own mouth.
With a desperate sound, I crushed my mouth back to his and started stroking frantically. Probably too fast. He tensed before groaning and straining his hips up, bouncing me a little on his lap.
Then the hand on my thigh shifted, and I felt long fingers slipping under the waistband of my pyjama pants.
“Oh f-fuck,” I panted against his lips, my voice wobbling as he skimmed his fingertips down my length before softly stroking my tight sac. My hand stilled as I grew too distracted to keep stroking him, too busy greedily soaking in the novel sensation of him touching me.
He grinned, nuzzling my cheek as he murmured, “Bet you were too tired to watch me the last few nights, huh?”
I automatically nodded. It was true, but I would have been willing to agree with literally anything he said right then. I worked my hips slowly so I could feel his fingertips lightly grazing my balls, my breaths leaving me in little gasps.
“Bet it’s been a while since you got yourself off, right?” he continued in that low, husky voice. I nodded again, more frantic this time.
He made a soft sound of sympathy. “You need to come real bad right now, don’t you, kitten?”
“Yes,” I breathed unsteadily, teeth sinking into my lower lip.
He grinned and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth, while simultaneously curling his fingers around my shaft and smoothing the pad of his thumb over my swollen, leaking tip.
“Nnngh.” I clutched desperately at his hair, panting against his cheek. My hips bucked, trying to slide my cock through his fist. He chuckled and started stroking my dick at an agonisingly slow pace, making my eyes squeeze shut with both bliss and frustration.
“Did you imagine me doing this, Rafe?” he murmured huskily, lips brushing against the corner of my mouth. “While you were watching me?”
More frantic nodding. I didn’t have the brain power to keep jerking him off too, but I was still clutching his cock. It pulsed in my grip.
“I bet you did.” I could feel him grinning against my cheek. “How about this?”
With his free hand, he tugged the waistbands of our pants down and gently pried my fingers free from around his length, before pinning our dicks together.
I gasped at the sensation, my arms snapping around his neck and fingers burying themselves in his hair, clutching tight.
Holy shit. Oh fuck. It felt unreal. He was so hot and stiff against me, and when he slid his fist up, his slick cockhead slipped against mine.
“Holy shit,” I gasped out loud in a strangled voice, my whole body starting to shake as my hips instinctively bucked to slide my cock against his.
He started jerking us off together, his free hand sliding around my hip to grab my ass and encourage me to keep grinding against him. My face ended up buried in his neck as I moaned desperately, my fingers digging into the back of his head and gripping his hair too tight.
