Page 47 of The Best Men
I reach for the waistband, but he’s faster. In the blink of an eye, Mark shoves down his briefs.
I heat up everywhere.
“Oh, fuck me,” I groan as his cock springs free.
That preview I got in the dressing room had nothing on the real thing. He’s long, thick, hard, and already leaking at the tip.
I wrap a hand around his shaft, and lust charges down my spine.
“Oh God,” he rasps, and then his hands are everywhere. They’re all over me. Traveling up and down my chest, and grabbing at my waist like he has to hold on or he’ll fall apart.
I suspect something else about Mark too. I’ve done the math on how young Mark was when he got married. Twenty-one.
Which means . . .
As I fondle his cock, I ask a direct question. “Have you ever been with a guy before?”
He shrugs. “Barely. And when I did I wasn't even old enough to drink,” he says, on a breathless shudder.
Holy hell. This is not just a treat. It’s aprivilege. I’m not merely his idle curiosity. I’m his first time with a man?
Now there are two of us trembling with eagerness. I want to say something witty and clever, but I’ve got nothing except the truth. “I’ll make it good for you,” I whisper.
His lips curve into a cocky grin. “You know what would be good for me? If you shut up and got undressed too.”
I laugh, then we’re both working fast to get my clothes off, and when I’m wearing nothing, too, I slam my body to his, our cocks rubbing together as I take over the kiss again.
Mark tugs me back to the bed, falling down onto the mattress, making sure we don’t separate. His hands race along my back, my arms, down to my ass. Like he’s determined to explore every inch of me.
I climb over him, pinning him down. Staring at him. “So maybe you did want me,” I tease, keeping up the mood, since it seems to unlock him.
“You know I did.” He grunts.
He is just a man on edge. I let go of his wrists and the second I do, he sits up, reaches for my cock, and wraps a hand around me. Pleasure skids down my spine. But the way I feel right now is nothing to the way he looks. His eyes heat as he strokes me, brings a thumb over the head of my cock, wiping off a drop of liquid arousal.
“Taste me already. You know you want to,” I urge him on.
With just a breathy nod, he brings his thumb to his mouth, sucks off the taste of me. “Mmm.Yes.”
Have I ever seen anything sexier than Mark Banks right now?
The answer is no. Those gorgeous eyes roll back into his head, and he unleashes a hungry groan.
When his thumb slips from his mouth, his gaze locks on mine.
I lean over him, plant a soft kiss on those lips, then pull back. My instincts haven’t led me astray so far with Mark, so I toss out a question. “What do you want to do to me?”
I’m pretty sure he wants to touchmeright now, more than he wants tobetouched.
“I’ve got a long list,” he says, and it’s like the admission frees him.
Maybe it frees me a little bit too. My plan to tease with exquisite sexual torture falls to the wayside entirely. I give the man what he wants.
Me.
I fall down on my back, park my hands behind my head. “Then do whatever you want to me. And start at the top of that list.”
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