Page 52 of Fight or Flight
Unfortunately for me, the people who’ve always been in my orbit seem to think that leaving the lights on or changing positions halfway through is peak sluttiness, and I’ve had to keep a tight lid on my true desires so no one finds out what actually gets me hot.
But not with Shane, and the fact that he’s as into this as I am is intriguing—and arousing—as hell.
“That’s it,” I say, my voice coming out in a low rasp as I yank the back of his shorts and briefs down with my free hand, exposing his ass to the air.
He freezes for a few beats, his body going completely still and stiff under mine.
Greedily, I rub my hand over the smooth swell of his ass, squeezing the full globes hard enough to make him whimper under me.
“I could fuck you right here, right now if I wanted to.” I taunt as I pull down the front of my briefs, finally freeing my dick.
He jerks as my shaft slaps against his ass cheek, and I use my body weight to keep him in place.
“But I won’t,” I assure him and shift so my cock slips between his cheeks and settles in his crease. “Not until you beg me.”
“Never going to happen,” he spits out and doubles his efforts to escape.
“Are you sure about that?” I reach under his body with my free hand as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt washes over me in waves. “Becausethis.” I grip his cock in my hand and squeeze it hard enough to make him gasp. “Says you’re as into this as I am.” I punctuate my point by dragging my dick through his crease, making sure to rub it against his hole.
“Fuuuuuck,” he says on a moan, drawing the word out.
“That’s it.” I give him a hard stroke. “Let me hear how much you want this. How much you wantme.”
He sucks in a harsh breath and holds it in an obvious attempt at quieting his cries.
Rolling my hips in a gentle wave, I slide my cock through his crease, adding the slightest bit of pressure when my head rubs against his hole. I’m not pressing hard enough to breach him, but enough to remind him I could if I wanted to.
“Come on, Shane.” I stroke his dick again, spreading the little beads of precum welling up from his tip over his shaft as my mouth waters with the overwhelming desire to taste him.
That wayward thought makes me pause as it bounces around in my consciousness for a few beats.
I have no issues going down on people, but it’s not something I particularly enjoy doing. Oral is just another facet of foreplay, and I do it because it’s expected of me.
But my desire to put my mouth on Shane has nothing to do with obligation and everything to do with wanting to watch him come apart and know thatI’mthe one getting him off.
“Don’t get shy on me now,” I taunt, shaking off those thoughts as I give his dick another hard stroke.
His moan is garbled from his efforts to stifle it, and I rub my dick through his crease faster, moving in time with my hand as I start stroking him in earnest.
He whimpers when the ridge of my crown catches on his opening, and on the next pass, my tip dips inside him when he pushes back on me.
“Fuck!” he cries, jerking like I just zapped him with a cattle prod.
My cock pops free and slides through his crease, but the knowledge that I was inside him, even if it was just my tip, sends a rush of possessive desire through me that steals my breath.
His cock pulses as I slow my strokes, and he rocks his hips as he tries to force his dick to slide through the circle of my hand.
“Jace…”
The way he says my name, like a whispered prayer, floods me with more of that possessive desire, mixing with my almost feral need and creating something exhilarating. Something I could get addicted to.
“You gonna come for me?” I rasp, my voice coming out like I just swallowed a handful of gravel.
“Fuck you,” he says on a low moan.
I huff out an amused chuckle and stroke him faster. “That wasn’t a no.”
He mumbles something I can’t make out, and I bite down on his shoulder through the soft material of his shirt.
