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“I’m not going to make it in the door if you keep doing that,” I warn him.
“That’d be a shame then to have to pin you against the door and fuck you like that.”
Lust claws at me. Desire is a hungry thing, a monster that won’t go away till you feed it.
“Such a shame,” I mutter, and I pray I can get the code right this time.
I manage and once we’re inside my home, he tugs me to the couch and pulls me on top of him, barely missing a beat. We’re grinding and pressing, and it’s wild.
Feral even.
I’m imagining that’s how it’ll be tonight. A bend-me-over-the-bed-and-bang-me fest.
My cock throbs at the thought.
He breaks the kiss, panting hard. “Bet you’re thinking about how fucking good it’ll feel with my dick sliding into you,” he says, reading my mind.
“That doesn’t make you a genius,” I say, staring at his lips, swollen from our merciless kissing.
“No, but it does make me right. And I like that better,” he says, smug, and deservedly so. But his cocksure smile disappears a second later.
That worries me a little. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he says, then takes a pause. Swallows, nervously perhaps. “I meant it earlier, Tanner.”
“Meant what?” I ask, hoping he means the tickets, and that he’s going to say something about wanting another night, then another.
“When I said I want you to sit on my dick,” he says.
Oh.
Oh.
I grin. Second place isn’t so bad after all. Since I’m straddling him, I give him a preview, grinding my ass nice and slow against his insistent hard-on. “Like this? You want to fuck like this? This position?”
Luke shudders beautifully, his eyes floating closed. “Yes. I never get to…” He winces. Opens his eyes, embarrassment in them. “Shit. Is that selfish of me? Or totally fucking rude to say? Or both?”
I shake my head, absolving him. “Asking for what you want in bed is never selfish. It’s awesome.”
I rise up, reach for his hand, and pull him with me. “Get into my bedroom, Remy. And get me ready to ride that beautiful cock.”
I might not get everything I want, but I’m going to enjoy every single second of what I’m getting tonight.
18
THE SEX PLAYBOOK
Luke
Sex is like football. There are a lot of ways to score, and countless plays to get you to the end zone. Usually in the bedroom, I break out a few solid ones I know I can nail. That’s a deliberate strategy. It keeps me in the hookup state of mind.
Right now though, as my friend fucks my fingers on his king-size bed, I feel like the sex playbook just burst in my brain. My mind is flooded with plays I want to make with this man.
Tanner is naked with his knees up, thighs spread, me between them. Gritting his teeth, he bears down on my fingers while shoving his hands in his hair. He unleashes a strangled, “Fuuuuck.”
A furnace roars inside me. “That’s right. You’re almost there,” I praise, opening him up more.
“Want you. Now,” he rasps out.
“Trust me. I want to give you my cock so badly too,” I tease, then crook my fingers.
“Yesssss,” he moans, grinding down on my hand.
It’s like a dirty dance.
I can barely stand the way I feel right now, like someone shook a bottle of soda inside me, and I’m going to overflow.
I’m trying desperately not to lose my ever-loving mind. But it’s hard. So damn hard with him on the edge like this. As I rub my fingers against his prostate, his thick cock bobs on his stomach, angry, demanding.
He groans, grabbing the sheets.
And I see play after play, sex position after sexier position. All the moves, everything I want to do with him. It’s overwhelming, this spiraling want. I’m turned on and giddy at the same time.
I give all that carnal enthusiasm to him as I play with his ass some more. But he drops the sheets to grip his cock, greedily stroking it. “Can’t wait any longer. Gonna jerk it if you don’t fuck me,” he growls.
My pulse gallops. “No way, baby,” I say, then bat his hand back. “Wait for my dick. You can do it.”
Tanner huffs, a harsh breath. “No. Give it to me now.” He pushes up on his elbows.
I don’t give in. Instead, I make a little come hither gesture with my fingers.
He trembles, then mutters, “Fuck. You.” He slumps down and just fucks my fingers.
My breath stutters as I watch him take over. Just relentlessly grinding down onto me.
I am not in charge after all.
That’s made even more clear when he hisses out, “Get on your fucking back now, Remington.”
Yes, sir.
I ease out my fingers and scramble to lie down. He’s faster than I am, grabbing the condom and lube we left on the bed. As I swipe my fingers across a hand towel, he rips open the protection, then rolls it onto my dick.
