Page 86 of Not Dating Material

“You know what I really want to do?” I ask, running my tongue over his slit.

He grunts, cock twitching. “What?”

“Swipe across to the end.”

Molly hurries to pick my phone back up and does as I’ve said. There, on either side of his gorgeous ass, I’ve painted my handprints, and right before I took this shot, I pulled down the front of my sweats and got my dick in the frame. The tip is hovering right in line with his ass.

“I want a copy of this,” falls out of his mouth.

I chuckle and lick him again. “Gladly.”

“Also yes. Sex. I want that. Right now.”

“Do you have a condom?”

“There’s, like, five in the basket. And lube.”

Of course there is. “You’re an eternal optimist, aren’t you?”

He nods, but as I move to collect the supplies, his hand grabs mine. “I know I brought those things and planned all this, but I don’t ever want you to feel pressured, okay? I’m so fucking attracted to you that if I get the chance, my answer is always yes, but if yours is a no, I’ll respect that.”

Molly has no idea how much those words get me in the chest. “Thank you.”

“Are you going to say no?”

Like that’s even possible. “I think my dick would murder me if I did.”

He smiles wickedly and spreads his legs. “Good. Then hurry up and get inside me.”

His enthusiasm is such a turn-on. The way he so brazenly says what he wants, and the way I fall for it every damn time. He has my dick aching for him, and every second I’m not touching him is driving me out of my mind.

I find the condoms and lube hidden in the side pocket of the basket and set them out on the floor. Part of me is trying to warn that this is the last thing I should be doing, but I can’t help myself, not when Molly has offered himself up for me like this. If I was a better person, I’d have something to offer him other than a mind-blowing orgasm, but I’m not, so we only have this.

“You’re taking too long,” he rasps, and when I glance back up, the teasing is gone, and his bright eyes are pure fire. “After all this edging, I’ll probably come the second you’re inside me.”

I chuckle darkly, pushing off my sweats and briefs before tearing open a condom and rolling it carefully down my shaft. “It’s been … what? An hour?”

Molly shakes his head. “All week. I’ve been hard up to make this happen again.”

Damn, I both love and hate hearing that. To stop from having to answer him, I lean in and kiss him, but I know it’s a mistake the second I do. Somehow, I’d forgotten how addictive his kisses are, and second after second of promises to stop disappear like last time. I can’t even break away to find the lube, just feel around blindly until my hand brushes the small bottle.

Molly’s clinging to me, kissing me back with as much force as I’m using, and it feels nice to be wanted like this. To know that it’s not all physical, not all about getting off as soon as possible. We’re friends, something more brewing dangerously between us that I’m set on ignoring while I enjoy this moment.

I give in to the urge to move closer and crush Molly to the floor with my body weight. His legs immediately curl around my waist, octopusing himself to me like last time, and I give him what he wants; I bring our cocks together as I pop the lid on the lube.

My thrusts against him are slow, softer than I’d usually use, but with how much I want to be inside him, I don’t want to risk tearing the condom and having to deal with putting another one on when I could be inside him already.

Molly’s hands are exploring my shoulders, my arms, my back, his touch lighting up parts of me I’d thought had long since died. I deepen the kiss, one hand holding the back of his neck while the other manages to squeeze lube into my palm.

Then I reach between his legs.

Molly whimpers, knees drawing back to give me more room to work, and I revel in how trusting and open he is. He’s not afraid to be vulnerable, and while opening myself up like that makes me want to crawl into a hole and die, it’s something I admire about him.

The kind of brave I’ll never be.

He moans into my mouth as I work him open, finger pressing deeper with every stroke. He’s wrapped around me with warm suction, and if this is how good he feels on one digit, I can’t imagine how it’ll feel when I fill him with my cock.

“You like me playing with your pretty little hole?”

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