Page 105 of Bazooka
“Oh… um… okay. Well then, I guess… I’ll go by myself then.”
I turned to leave when he spoke.
“Is this all you came for?”
Oh, so he was fucking with me!
I turned and gave him a sweet smile, then flipped him off. With a semi in my pants, but with my pride intact, I headed to the door becausefuck him. My hand was on the handle when he walked up to me, chuckling.
“Stop, angry kitten. I was just teasing you.”
“Fuck off,” I said, fed up with him and his sense of humor.
I opened the door when he slammed it back shut. I turned, bracing for a fight, when he pinned me against the door and shoved his tongue in my mouth. And just like that, I melted into a puddle. I was gone, liquified like butter on a hot skillet.
After he kissed the shit out of me, he stopped abruptly. I opened my eyes and blinked because everything around me was blurry.
“This,” he said, pointing his finger at the space between us. “Stays casual. Is that acceptable to you?”
I gulped. “I can do casual if it means I can do you.”
He grinned. “That’s great, Luscious Lucius. Now go to my bedroom and strip. I’m fucking you today.”
I almost ran there, glancing at him over my shoulder to check if he was coming. When he pulled his T-shirt over his head, I tripped over the rug and almost fell. He followed me into the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him, making me flinch.
“Strip, Luz. Don’t make me say it again.”
I practically tore my clothes off me, starting with my T-shirt. I kicked off my sneakers. Socks, gone. Jeans too, but not before I tossed the lube on the bed. Bazooka looked at it and smirked.
I shrugged. “I thought I might get lucky.”
He grinned. “Oh, you will.”
Fuck.
I was so hard that I was certain I would embarrass myself as I watched him take off his clothes. And God, I had seen parts of him naked before, but now that he was fully naked, I was speechless. He was one perfect, strong, muscular human animal, so no wonder I felt like prey. And his cock… dear God. A lesser man would reconsider this endeavor, but not me. I was taking that thing inside me, even if it killed me.
He walked up to me and cupped my face, chuckling.
“What?” I said, feeling brain-dead.
“I still can’t grasp how weird it feels to feel another dick touching mine,” he replied.
I looked down at our hard cocks pressed against each other, and the sight alone gave me a minor climax.
“Good weird or bad weird?” I dared to ask.
“Awesome, weird.”
Oh, goody.
“Trust me, Baz, after you try my ass, you will never want another,” I said, making him laugh.
“Get on the bed then, Luscious Lucius.”
“How do you want me?”
“Missionary, sweetheart.”
