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He stilled.
I tossed my shirt aside and pulled my phone out of my pocket. “I think it’s your turn to seduce me.”
Dropping his hands, he grinned. “You think so?”
I unlocked my phone and opened Spotify. “Pick a song.”
He took the phone, fiddled with it for a moment, then handed it back.
I glanced at the track he’d cued up, “Pony” by Ginuwine. My cock throbbed as I remembered him dancing to this song at the club. “Ready to give me a good show?”
He smirked. “I think the question is are you ready?”
“Bring it.”
He motioned to the bed. “Sit.”
I did.
“Rules or boundaries?” he asked.
“None. You have blanket consent to do whatever you want to me.”
“Anything I want?” He ran one hand down the center of his chest teasingly.
“Anything.”
“Start the music.”
I pressed play on my phone and focused on Graham as the distinct opening notes filled the room. Graham rolled his hips in time with the beat, a cocky grin on his perfect lips, as he casually worked the buttons of his shirt.
I stared, transfixed, as he slowly, expertly, undid his shirt in time with the music. When it was off, he tossed it aside and walked right up to me. He stepped into my space so his legs were on either side of mine and my nose brushed his happy trail.
Moving sinuously to the music, he ran his fingers through my hair and clutched it tight. He gently pushed and pulled my head along with his rolling hips, dragging my face against his washboard stomach and teasing the tip of his cock with my chin.
“Fuuuuuck,” I moaned as he mimicked fucking my mouth.
Everything about him was turning me on. His closeness, the feel of his skin, the smell of his cologne and the musk of his arousal was overwhelming. I gripped his thighs and squeezed.
He pulled my head back, forcing me to look up at him.
“Now who’s being a bad boy?” He dropped down on my lap and rolled his body in a sensual wave, like he might do if he were riding me.
I roamed my hands up and gripped his ass.
“At least be useful if you’re gonna grope me.” He let go of my hair and shackled my wrists. He dragged my hands off his ass, over his hips, across his stomach, and to his fly.
I worked it open as he continued to grind on me.
Tentatively, I ran my hands over his chest and the hard planes of his torso. He moaned low and deep and put his lips by my ear.
“This is usually where I’d pick you up and lay you on the ground, but maybe we’ll skip that part. Get your ass on the bed.”
He stood and I scooted back on the bed so I was lying in the middle of the mattress.
Graham stripped off his pants and kicked off his shoes. When he was left in only a pair of tiny blue briefs, he climbed onto the bed and crawled toward me.
The fire in his eyes, and the way he moved over me, like a cat stalking its prey, was so fucking hot I had to grip the sheets so I didn’t grab him.
