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He grimaced.
“Your hands are getting my shirt wet.”
“Well good thing you’re not going to be wearing it for long.”
He chuckled, stepping back and whipping it over his head while I grabbed the towel to dry my hands anyway.
“Couch?” I asked.
He nodded, rushing to the living room. Laughing, I followed, undoing my shirt on the way, blood rushing to my cock in anticipation.
By the time I got there, a moment after him, he was already laying back into the cushions, stark naked. He stretched his arms above his head, his entire body on display for me.
I let out a soft, hungry sound, quickly kicking out of my jeans to climb on top of him. His legs parted to make room for me, and I rolled my hips into the sweet space, meeting his cock with my own, allowing the lengths to drag together a couple of times before I leaned down and kissed his parted lips.
As soon as I did, he reached up, sliding his fingers into my hair, holding me there.
Reading him, I deepened the kiss, eager to satisfy his needs.
He arched up, his hips starting to move against mine, adding to the friction as our cocks slid together.
I’d been planning on something else, maybe bending him over and fucking him silly, but that wasn’t what he needed right now. And, it turned out, that wasn’t what I needed either. I wanted this connection as much as he did.
With our faces close, lips sliding together, tongues tangling, there was no way to miss any moment. Even the smallest gasp or flicker of eyelashes was felt.
His cock felt incredible too, just like every part of him, hot, soft skin, muscles just underneath, and the perfect fit and size for me. It would almost make me think we were made to be together at moments like this.
Especially when his hips suddenly bucked, a moan tearing from his throat while precome gushed between us. He yanked my hips against his for more and my knees slipped, making me flop heavily on top of him, skin to skin from bottom to top, our cocks trapped in the wet heat of our bodies pinning them.
His breathing turned ragged, hands gripping my ass cheeks suddenly while he continued with renewed vigor.
Groaning, I met his thrusts, sliding my cock against his until we both started to shudder and move out of rhythm.
I couldn’t say who came first—we both seemed to start spilling at the same time, making a hell of a mess that I had no desire to deal with just yet.
Jaime seemed to feel the same way because he hugged me to his chest, not letting me back up even long after he had caught his breath.
I pressed a kiss to his neck and then wiggled far enough to reach my fallen boxers. He grudgingly allowed me to pull far enough back to scrape some of the come off of our bellies. I wasn’t going to like washing it out of the trail on my stomach later, but for the way Jaime quickly pulled me back into his embrace, it was worth it.
I maneuvered around until I was on my side, head next to his on the arm rest, my arm hooked around his waist and leg draped possessively over both of his. He sighed, snuggling in closer.
With the way he was acting, I couldn’t help feeling that he was a bit down. I’d hoped sex would cheer him up a bit, but he was lying there, silently, his eyes staring at the ceiling, his hand gripping my arm a little too tightly, like he thought I might run away.
“What’s this tattoo about?” I asked, trying to draw his attention to something else.
“Hm?” He glanced down, seeing that I was tracing a finger over the small, somewhat crude shape of a snake on his bicep.
He grimaced.
“Ugh. A friend was learning. We were all drinking at his apartment and then he started offering free tattoos.”
I raised an incredulous brow.
“You let someone tattoo you drunk?”
“Drunk me did, yes,” he said, grinning. “Need to get it covered up, but it’s kind of bumpy. Not sure I can hide it.”
I ran my fingers over it again, feeling the soft, blister-like scar.
