Page 139 of Voices

He gives me a shit-eating grin. “I know. It’s one fifty.”

I huff a laugh and go for my other sock, but he grabs my foot and pulls it off for me. “Oops, looks like you aren’t wearing any socks. Guess you have to pick something else to take off.”

“Is that how we’re playing this game?” I ask folding my arms across my chest in fake annoyance.

“Mhm.” He pumps his brows. “You should remove this,” he pulls on my pant leg. “It’s awfully warm in here.”

“Oh, is it? I feel fine actually.” I go to pull my pants down but grab the hem of my hoodie and pull it over my head instead.

He smirks and shakes his head.

“Read the next one, baby.” He says in that deep voice that only comes out when he’s turned on.

I read the next one in my head and even though I don’t know the answer, I flip the cards until one that sounds complicated appears. Sitting up straighter, I look at him over the card. He doesn’t look worried in the slightest. I clear my throat.

“Name the four anterior muscles of the hip.”

He doesn’t even think about it. “Pectineus, sartorius, iliopsoas, and rectus femoris.”

“You don’t really need help studying, do you?” I drop the stack of index cards on his bed between us.

“Imayknow a lot about the human body and the terminology.” He knocks the cards off the bed and moves closer to me. “I do need help removing my clothes though.” His husky voice mixed with his scent wraps around me, holding me hostage.

“Are your phalanges broken now,” I ask, pulling his hat off and running my fingers through his short hair.

“You know what phalanges are?” His brow lifts.

“I might have seen it on an episode of Bones.” I hold my hands up between us and wiggle my fingers. “Dancing phalanges.”

He snorts. “You’re such a dork.”

Looking into my eyes, the air around us crackles. He licks his lips as his eyes travel all over my face. He lifts my tee shirt and runs his fingertips along the waistband of my boxer briefs.

“I think you were supposed to take something off. Let me help you.”

He doesn’t wait for a response as he slowly lifts my shirt up and over my head, tossing it behind him. He quickly pulls his off before he attacks my mouth. His tongue battles with mine as we fight to explore each other’s mouths. Teeth clank as he forces me backward. Once my head hits the pillow, he moves from my mouth and down my neck. I suck in a breath as he takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks. It has a direct line to my dick, making it stiffen. He does the same to my other nipple, causing me to throb.

Kissing his way down the center of my chest, he looks up at me as he grips the waistband of both my boxers and pants. He smiles right before he pulls both down my legs. My cock smacks my pelvis, dribbling a drop of pre cum.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” he rasps a second before my length disappears into his wet, hot mouth.

“Oh fuck.”

My hips buck up off the mattress, chasing his mouth. He holds down my hips as his nose brushes against my trimmed hair. His other hand tugs on my balls as his head bobs up and down on me.

“Sh-Shit,” I pant.

He pulls off, making me whimper.

“Don’t worry, baby. It’s just for a second,” he chuckles.

He sucks on his two middle fingers then pushes my legs apart. He circles my hole a few times before slowly pushing one inside me. I tense for a second then relax when he takes me back into his mouth.

He’s done going slow though. He works his second finger into me while going to town on my dick and massaging my balls. He grazes my prostate over and over, driving me crazy. It’s almost too good as I feel heat zing up my legs and settle in my groin.

“Shane. I-I’m gonna c-come,” I say breathlessly.

He quickly sits up and pulls his fingers out of me.

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