Page 39 of A Totally Platonic Thing
I loosened up immediately, and Chris made a soft little sound of relief. I stroked one of his wrists with my thumb.
Obviously I couldn’t unzip my jeans and shove my cock inside him.
Obviously.
Instead, I spanked him again, not quite as hard this time. It still made him squirm under me, pushing that perfect ass into the air.
And I didn’t really want to fuck it. Of course I didn’t. He’d just gotten all my competitive hackles up, and when that happened, all bets were off. Chris had simply had to push me: with that “please don’t” bullshit that really meant “please,” and the flirty eyes. With the demand for a shower, with trying to jerk himself off before I went in the bathroom and stopped him, and with that fuckingshowhe put on for me.
Pushing me. Challenging me. Trying to win.
Well, no fucking way.
He’d pushed me to my limit already with his disappearing act. The shower display was the icing on the cake. Did he think he could what, seduce me? Make me the one begging to get off while he poked fun at me for being so hard up for a lay that I couldn’t keep it together when my male roommate flashed his ass at me?
My hand whistled through the air three more times in quick succession, left-right-left, and he wriggled and bucked and cried out. But it wasn’t enough.
I leaned down so my mouth was almost touching his ear, bracing myself with my stinging right hand so I didn’t crush his wrists with my weight. Chris had his eyes closed, eyelashes dark against his glowing, bright-red cheek, soft lips slightly parted.
He smelled like mint shampoo and sweat and lust, and it made my head spin. Jesus, I couldn’t remember ever being this hard. My erection felt like it might explode if I didn’t do something about it.
“I’m going to get up for a minute,” I murmured in his ear, loving the way it made a tremor run through him as my lips almost brushed his skin. He wouldn’t win this one. “If you move at all, you’re getting another five when I catch you and put you back where you are.”
Chris nodded against the comforter, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips a little.
Another uncomfortable twist went through my stomach.
All right. I could do this.
I let go of his wrists and levered myself off of him. He let his arms fall to the bed by his sides, but otherwise he didn’t so much as twitch. I went to his nightstand, where I knew he kept a bottle of lube, rummaged through the bottom drawer—condoms, a handful of change, a lighter, a packet of Kleenex, and a battered paperback copy ofPride and Prejudice, and even as worked up as I was that was so perfectly Chris that it made me shake my head and smile—and found it at the back.
When I turned around I nearly lost my courage. Jesus. So pretty, with his ass all pink and his long legs, the tumble of his dark hair and the glimpse of the angle of his jaw, the strong lines of his shoulders and the muscles of his back.
I could do this.
This time I didn’t straddle him. I knelt between his knees, nudging his legs apart with mine until his thighs spread and his ass canted up at an angle. His cheeks parted a little.
I could barely see his hole, pink and secret.
The sound of the cap popping off the lube caught Chris’s attention, and he lifted his head, his eyes open and gone wide.
“Lucas? What are you—oh God,” he said, sounding choked. “Lube. What are you—Lucas?”
He started to lever himself up. “I told you not to move, right?”
“Until you got back! You’re back!”
That actually made me laugh. Jesus, he could be such a weaselly little sophist. I slapped his ass once, hard enough to sting, and he squealed and dropped his head back down.
“Better,” I said as I squeezed some of the lube onto my fingers. “You looked like you really wanted to finger yourself, Chris.”
“Oh, God,” he moaned quietly.
Yeah. I was right there with him. I rubbed my fingers together, slippery and sticky. And then I spread my left hand over one ass cheek, pulling it open to expose him.
Chris’s hole clenched, all pink and delicate.
How did a cock even go in there without hurting him? Although I’d had the same thought fucking girls in the ass, and the ones I’d done it with had been all about it. I’d had one fuckbuddy in sophomore year who loved anal. She said it hit her g-spot in a different way that made her orgasms amazing. And she’d used a vibrator in her pussy sometimes while I fucked her in the ass, and—yeah, amazing orgasms all around. So okay. It might not hurt him.
