Page 54 of Ours to Lose
I liked this. Sharing with him in person.
We’d opened up about similar things over texts, but it had lacked this physical comfort. The connection of running my hand along the lines of his palm and tracing the veins in his forearm. Of fitting my thumb in the divot inside his elbow. Trying to connect my fingers around his bicep.
He chuckled as I failed. “What are you doing?”
I rounded my hands over the swell of his shoulder. “Exploring. Do you mind?”
His laughter was more of a sharp exhale. “No.”
The hot coals of his gaze warmed me as I tucked my hair behind my ears and shifted onto my knees. I shuffled closer so I could run the backs of my fingers along his square jaw. His eyes rolled closed, his chin tipping up, and I studied each subtle movement, cataloging his every detail like he was a dish I wanted to recreate.
My fingers scraped over the sandpaper of his stubble, trailing along to gently tug on his earlobe. His ribs expanded as his breaths deepened. I traced the outer shell of his ear, then wandered both hands over his brows, easing the tension in his forehead with my thumbs.
A near-silent groan shook his chest.
His muscles grew tight, his hands in fists at his sides like my touch on his skin pained him. The growing bulge in his shorts said differently.
I did that to him. Made him hard with nothing but a few simple touches nowhere near his sex.
The power of it had my brain going fuzzy and my body heating up, my want for him climbing with each groan he held back.
I ran my hands down the front of his chest and slid my fingers along the hem of his shirt. “Can I?”
Eyes squeezed shut, he nodded.
Dragging his shirt up his torso and over his head was like unwrapping a present. One with lean muscles that had been carved like a river through a canyon. His abs were clenched, the many ridges pronounced, highlighting the V at his waist.
I ran my thumbs over the dips peeking from his waistband, and he sucked through his teeth.
“Do you want me to stop?”
He shook his head on the mat, voice strained. “Do whatever you want to me.”
The deep rasp of his words buzzed along my skin.
I licked below his navel, wanting to memorize the smooth texture of his abdomen. His taste. To map out every inch of this beautiful body he had honed from more than a decade of diligence and commitment to his sport.
His whole torso jumped beneath my tongue. I licked higher, following the line that cut through his stomach to his chest, grazing my hands over the firmness of his pecs.
When my fingers brushed over his nipples, he hissed. His pelvis rocked the smallest amount before he welded his hips to the floor, his cock straining against the fabric of his shorts.
I ran my tongue over his nipple, smiling as it drew to a peak, and let my teeth scrape the lightest bit across it.
When I switched to the other nipple, his head rolled to the side, his breaths coming in pants. Shadows jumped along his stomach as his abs expanded and contracted, his biceps bulging as he forced his body still for my enjoyment.
I almost couldn’t breathe, it was so hot. The fact that he was letting me do it to himhereon mats in the middle of the gym, nowhere close to a bed.
A groan escaped him when I hooked my fingers under the elastic of his shorts, and he lifted his hips as I tugged, letting me reveal his cock to the spotlights pinning him to the center of the ring.
“Can I?—?”
“Yes,” he choked out. “Anything.” He threw an arm across his eyes, the other bracing the mat above his head, putting more of his flexed muscles on display.
I could hardly believe he was real. His cock jutted over his stomach, curving the slightest bit, the shaft full and thick, the head glistening. A trimmed patch of hair surrounded the base, and I ran my fingers through it before dropping my lips to the inside of his thigh.
His skin burned beneath my touch, raising my own body temperature as I licked and sucked my way higher. I shed my leather jacket and threw it aside, then straddled his knees. He peeked from under his arm, his eyes wild with need, and licked his lips like he wanted to be licking me.
I had the same idea.
