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“You need persuading?” Rolling my hips, I grind my quickly filling cock against his, kissing him languidly and deeply. “How’s this?” I slip my fingers into his hair, gently tugging as I nuzzle along his jaw. The scratch of his beard against my nose and cheek sends sparks of pleasure racing through me. “Is that persuasive enough?”
Gunnar pretends to think about it. “Well…”
I gasp in mock outrage and swat lightly at his shoulder. “Gunnar!”
He chuckles and kisses me. “Yes. I’ll stay. If you want me to.”
“Good. Because I want you to.” I lean in, rolling my hips again.
He pinches my ass. “Enough, you. Let’s watch something else. You can pick.”
I huff a frustrated sigh, though I suppose now that we’re both off work tomorrow, we have ample opportunity for more sexy times. “Fine. But just for that, I hope you like reading subtitles.” I pick a French film I’ve been wanting to see and snuggle against him. “You can take a nap. You’ll need your strength later.”
With a chuckle, he wraps his arms around me. “Should I be worried that you only want me for one thing?”
I shrug nonchalantly. “Play to your strengths.”
20
Gunnar
Twomoviesandseveralhours later, we stumble up to bed. It’s close to one in the morning and, as predicted, I fell asleep halfway through the first film. I’d rather crawl right into bed, but I follow Jocelin into the bathroom and grab the toothbrush I used earlier. I’m not too tired to rub myself against him as I reach for the paste. “Oh, sorry.” He smirks at me in the mirror, and I grin, dropping a light kiss on his shoulder, trailing my lips up the back of his neck and into his hair. “Just needed the toothpaste.”
He rolls his eyes and continues brushing his teeth, leaning over the sink, thrusting his ass against my semi. “Oh, no problem. I know how it can be when something you want is out of reach.” He sidesteps when I grab for him, trailing a hand across my hip and over my cock as he exits the bathroom. With a groan, I squeeze toothpaste onto the brush and clean my teeth quickly before hurrying after him.
Jocelin is already in bed—on the left side, which makes me smile—and I crawl in on the right, gesturing to the strategically placed bottle of lube on the nightstand. “You have something in mind?”
“Yes. A few somethings.” He smirks and tugs me closer. “Hope you don’t mind.”
Heat pools in my belly. “Seems you have a plan. Care to share so I don’t mess it up?”
“Oh, I could gosomany places with that, but let’s just start with staying right there.” He slowly stalks across the bed on all fours, eyes never leaving mine. Kneeling in front of me, he slides his hands under my shirt to caress my chest. “I love touching your skin.” I shiver when his fingertips brush over my nipples. “Mmm. You like that?”
I nod. “Yeah. A lot.”
He pushes my shirt up my torso, and I reach behind my head, pulling it off and tossing it across the room. I’m helpful like that. Jocelin laughs as he licks up my body, sucking one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue while pinching and flicking the other.
“Hnnnnnnggg.” I slide my fingers into his hair, holding his head in place. “Joce. That feels so good.” My cock throbs, demanding its own attention, but when I reach to palm myself, Jocelin swats my hand away. “Hands off. You are mine to play with tonight.”
I groan with anticipation and drop my hand to my side. “Bossy.”
“Yes. And you will love it.” And he’s right. He grabs my ass, his fingers strong as he firmly kneads the muscles. “Do you have any idea how hot you look in these sweatpants? They’re like a second skin.” He kisses up my body, his lips latching onto my neck, and I gasp, leaning into it. “They leave nothing to the imagination. Very distracting.” Like his lips.
Jocelin licks and sucks the muscle at the base of my neck, worrying it between his teeth, and fuck, it feels so damned good. “Marking your territory?” It comes out breathy, my voice full of gravel, my cock rock-hard and weeping with need.
“Yes. You’re mine. I am claiming you.”
Oh, fuck. That shouldn’t be as hot as it is. Jocelin continues to torture me with his wicked lips, and it’s getting more difficult to keep my hands away from my cock. “If I can’t touch myself, can I touch you?” It’s torture lying here with his mouth and hands working me up and not being able to do anything at all.
“Yes. Touch me.”
I groan, slipping my fingers into his hair, fisting a handful as I slide the other over his hip to grab his ass. Jocelin reaches for the lube, pouring some into his hand, thoroughly working it over his fingers. Watching him take his time is almost unbearable. The anticipation only makes it worse. And better.
Leaning forward to slide his hand down the back of my sweats, he dips his slick fingers between my cheeks and rubs them against my hole. I swallow a moan, and Jocelin stops, almost making me whine.
“Gunnar.” When I don’t immediately look at him, his voice takes on a commanding tone. “Gunnar, look at me.” I glance up, meeting his eyes. “You are far too quiet. When I do something that you enjoy, something that makes you feel good, I want to know. I want to hear you. Can you do that for me?” I nod, possibly a little too eagerly, and glance away again, flustered by my reaction. Bossy partners are not typically something that gets me off. It reminds me too much of Bjorn, and the last thing I want is any of my siblings in my head during sex. Jocelin gently grabs my chin until I’m looking him in the eyes. “Use your words,mon beau.”
“Yes.” I take a shuddering breath as Jocelin strokes the sensitive skin, tapping my hole, until all I want is to feel his fingers slide inside me. “Joce, baby, please.”
