Page 34 of Unexpected Company
He kisses my neck, running his tongue along my collarbone where the fabric of my t-shirt dips.
“Hmm, you have a point. You are very distracting.” His hands move to the hem of my shirt before he’s pulling it up and over my head. Lips meet the tender flesh of my nipple, warmth engulfing the peaked bud. I hiss when his teeth graze the area, my hands finding his hair and tightening in the short strands as he continues to torment me.
“Very.” He kisses the area between my pecs.
“Very.” A kiss to my collarbone.
“Very.” Teeth graze over my fluttering pulse.
“Distracting.”
My cock thickens, trapped in the confines of my leggings, and I press my lower half into him, moaning at the brush of friction against my shaft.
“Gare Bear,” I groan as he places openmouthed kisses over every spot of available skin.
“Hmm,” he mumbles, his teeth nipping and his tongue soothing. My temperature is soaring and this time it’s not because of some fucking virus. It is all him.
Allus.
“What do you need?” Garrett asks, pulling away to meet my gaze.
“Anything.” I shake my head. “Everything.”
He stands, his hands still on my hips. The change in position forces me backwards and he guides me, one step and then another, until my back hits the far wall with anoomph.
With a salacious grin, Garrett presses a chaste kiss to my lips, then slowly falls to his knees.
“Hold on,” he says as he rips down my leggings, my hard cock popping free.
My hands thread into his hair, and then he’s sucking me into his mouth, all the way to the base of my shaft.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, the back of my head hitting the wall. Garrett is relentless. Sucking me hard and then letting my cock slide over his tongue until he’s lapping at my tip before taking me all the way in again.
Tingles radiate from the base of my spine, warmth spreading through my groin. My heart ricochets against my ribcage, my legs wobbling as he increases his speed. I’m on the edge, my toes curling as he pushes me closer and closer to my inevitable plummet.
“Garrett, Garrett, Garrett,” I chant his name, my hips now acting with a will of their own and fucking into his welcoming mouth with wanton abandon.
Our eyes meet – his are dark, his pupils blown – and I cannot break the contact, as much as I want to slam mine shut and succumb to the burning pleasure building in my veins.
Garrett lets my cock fall from his lips, then wraps a hand around my erection, using his saliva to ease the glide. He presses one hand over my bladder and I squirm, my back rubbing against the wall. He twists his other hand on my cock, never taking his eyes off of me.
“Fuck, I want to…” His words drift off, but I need to know. I need to know everything this man desires.
“What?” I pant. “What do you want? Tell me.”
He growls, his movements increasing.
“I want to chase you through those woods, hunt you down, piss on you and fuck you till you scream.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
And BOOM. I explode. My orgasm hitting me so hard, my eyes slam shut and white light sparks behind my closed lids. I’d collapse to a puddle on the floor if not for the wall of strength holding me up.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s still staring at me, my cum on his face and neck and a frown marring his beautiful face.
“Okay?” I ask, sliding down the wall and crawling closer to where he’s kneeling.
He uses his shirt to wipe his face before asking, “Was that too far?”
