Page 16 of Keeping it Casual
Between us is the definition of sexual chemistry, and it’s all about the combustible substances because we’re quickly on fire.
The kiss is everything I imagined it would be and more. Jeremy’s lips somehow manage to be soft yet firm, and it appears his mischievous tongue has talents for more than just funny quips as it brushes against mine in the most delicious slide ever.
His hands are in my hair and on my neck, holding me still, his mouth on mine as we devour each other.
Oh fuck.
I only meant to kiss him to make my point, but there’s no way we’re stopping at kissing right now.
Lust surges through me. I want to touch him everywhere. I reach for the bottom of his shirt, pushing it up so I can touch his back. His skin is smooth and warm under my fingers.
He presses forward so I’m skewered by the hard pressof his body against his desk as we continue to kiss, hard and frantic. The hardness of his cock through his track pants makes me groan with want.
His hands stroke across my back, sending shivers of pleasure through me.
I pull back for air, breaking the kiss. We’re both panting, our eyes locked together.
Fuck. Seeing Jeremy like this, chest heaving, pupils blown, mouth swollen, has my cock throbbing.
I grab his face and kiss him again, spinning him around until he’s sitting on the edge of his desk. Slotting between his legs, I trail kisses along his jaw to his ear, licking and nipping at his neck as my hands roam over the muscles of his back.
My hands travel down to the elastic waistband of his track pants before sliding around to the front.
I’m fairly sure elastic is the best invention ever as I dip my hand under it to stroke his cock through the material of his boxers, and he moans into my mouth.
Oh, holy fuck.
I push his track pants down, and he lifts his hips so I can get them off, tugging down his boxers for good measure.
Then I drop to my knees.
I can’t resist looking up at him. He’s watching me with half-lidded eyes, his lips parted slightly.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt such an intense need to give someone pleasure before. To make Jeremy feel good. It’s such a simple desire, my whole world boiling down to this man and whatever I need to do to make him fall apart.
I lean forward to lick the head of his cock, savoring the salty taste. I run my tongue up the length of his cock, then back down again.
I continue to tease him, tickling his balls with light touches of my fingers, licking up and down his cock severaltimes.
“Dustin…” he gasps.
I take pity on him and finally take him into my mouth.
His whole body tenses, but I don’t give him a chance to recover. I work my way down his shaft until I’m taking him deep, then coming back up again. The feel of him sliding in and out of my mouth ramps my desire to the point where my cock strains against my pants.
Jeremy fists his hands in my hair, and I can’t help the little moan that escapes me. The taste of him, the feel of him in my mouth, pushes me so close to the edge.
“Oh god, yes, Dustin.” His voice is wrecked.
I pick up speed, doubling my efforts. Tremors run through him and he hardens even more. I take him as deep into my throat as I can.
“I’m going to…”
I don’t pull off because, honestly, not tasting another part of Jeremy feels like a waste of an opportunity.
He groans just as he explodes in my mouth. I swallow down everything he gives me.
He thrusts his hips a final time and then stills. He releases his grip on my hair, his head falling back, breathing hard.
