Page 32 of Unexpectedly Wanted
I was a little shocked at how direct he had been. But I was certainly going to give him what he wanted. So then my hands were on his perky ass, squeezing those thick globes to the point I knew I’d leave finger-shaped bruises behind. He moaned, hips rolling against mine. His cock was hard, trapped behind his sleep pants. I ached to free it, and my own. Ached to feel the weight of it in my hand and how the silky skin would feel sliding against mine. Ached to know how he would sound as he came for me.
Like he read my mind, his hand drifted down my chest until he reached the band of my boxer-briefs.
“I want to touch you,” he said, like he needed my approval.
“Go ahead.”
“No, I mean your cock. I’m going to pull it out and stroke it.”
I chuckled before moving my lips to his neck. He let out a little whimper as I lightly nipped the sensitive skin on the curve of his jaw.
“You don’t need to tell me. Whatever you want, do it. I’m all yours,” I told him.
His head gave a small nod before he slipped his hand inside my underwear. His fingers were only slightly shaky as he ran them up the underside of my throbbing cock. The cool air hit me as he pulled me out, causing a shiver to drift down my spine. I could feel his free hand working the band of his own pants, until I felt his bare, hard cock bumping against mine.
“Fuck yes,” I breathed out as I kissed down his neck.
“I’ve always wondered what this felt like,” he admitted, not a trace of embarrassment or hesitation in his tone. I fucking loved it.
“You’ve never?” I asked, as the underlying point of what he said sliced through my lust-drunk daze.
“Not this, no. Other stuff, yes.”
Well, okay then.
I wasn’t really sure what to make of that, but before I could ask about it further, he was rutting against me with desperation and need. With my hands still splayed wide over his cheeks, I jerked him against me. This time, his hand was steady as he touched me. His long fingers wrapped around both of us, trapping our cocks together as he thrust against me.
“Oh shit!” he said, his voice falling a little deeper than it normally was.
I tried not to show my amusement as I brought one of my hands up and covered his mouth. His eyes opened with surprise, but that look quickly turned heated. He liked that. Good to know.
“Shhh,” I whispered as I rolled us until he was lying on the bed. Our legs tangled, and with his free hand, he reached to grip my thigh. Pre-cum leaked from both of our slits, making the head of our cocks slick as he continued to slide against me. “Don’t want your parents to hear.” I chuckled. “It’s like being sixteen again, right? Hiding a boy in your bedroom and hoping you don’t get caught.”
His head shook as he mumbled something I couldn’t quite decipher behind my hand. I set him free as I asked what he’d said.
“Um, no. I didn’t do anything like this when I was sixteen. I didn’t even have any friends.”
“Oh, Mi,” I said a little sadly.
“I didn’t even have my first sexual experience that wasn’t solo until I was twenty-one.” He paused, eyes catching mine. “This is much nicer than that had been.”
“It’s about to get better,” I promised him. I was going to make this mind-blowing for him, even if it was the last thing I did.
I wrapped my hand around his fist, making the grip around our cocks tighter. My hips snapped as I fucked into our hands. He bit his lip, head tilting back, and I could tell he was losing his mind. I liked that I was the one doing this to him. That I was giving him this moment and here to witness him falling apart.
“Remy,” he breathed out my name. “I think I’m going to come.”
I buried my head in his throat, licking his prominent Adam’s apple like I’d been dying to do since I noticed how hot it was. I held on to him as his body began to shake. He grunted. I grunted. Our hands were slick and sticky from all the pre-cum we’d been spilling, making the feeling of us sliding against each other feel amazing.
“Oh, yep. Here it comes. I can’t—”
“Come for me, Mi,” I said as I took his lips.
He mumbled something, but whatever it was ended in a long, muffled moan as he spilled over my hand. His jerks became uneven. The moment I felt his warm release hit my stomach, I lost it. I came so hard I felt dizzy.
My grip slackened, but it was another minute of holding on until I released us completely.
“You good?” I asked as I blinked my eyes open.
