I never cared before.
He moved to touch me but then drew back. Disappointment crashed into me, and I realized how badly I anticipated the feel of his hands on me.
“I…” He started.
“It’s okay.” I nodded.
His hand was as warm as the rest of his skin and slightly calloused because he lifted so many weights. The somewhat rough texture of his hand made goose bumps run along my limbs. He too went for my nipple, which was already rock hard. He took it between his fingers and rolled it, lightly pinching the sensitive flesh.
My eyes slid closed, and a new sensation assaulted me.
The distinct feel of his tongue flicking over the hardened bud made me jolt. He paused and looked up. I palmed the back of his head and arched my back, pushing myself closer and pulling him down.
His lips closed around the nip and pulled. I groaned as he lavished attention on my pec in a way no one else ever had.
As he did, his hand roamed over to the other to pluck and play with the also rock-hard bud.
My ball sack tightened close to my body, and my cock began to throb.
As his tongue slid over my chest, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like around my cock.
My hips thrust up, and I made an impatient sound. His throaty chuckle vibrated my skin, and I shuddered. Instead of picking up his mouth and sitting back, he trailed hot, wet kisses over my abs, all the way down.
I think I muttered a curse, but I was beyond hearing. My hand tightened at the back of his head as the tip of his tongue delved into the small circle of my belly button.
His thick fingers reached for the button on my jeans, and I tilted up to give him better access.
He laughed low. “You’re very impatient.”
“I want more,” I replied, reaching for my own button. He was taking too long.
“No, you don’t.” He pushed my hand away and pinned it against the couch. “You said you wanted to know what it felt like for me to touch you.”
“It’s torture,” I groaned.
He released my wrist and popped the button free. The distinct sound of my fly going down made me tremble. “Good or bad torture?”
“You talk too much,” I grumbled.
He laughed and got up from the couch. My eyes shot open when the weight and heat of him so close was no longer there. Before I could say anything, he was settling on the floor between my knees, his hazel eyes watching, weighing my reaction to his new position.
Our eyes stayed locked when he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my jeans and my boxers and tugged. Both garments came away and slid all the way to my knees. Even though my dick sprang free, he didn’t stop. Instead, he pulled them off all the way and tossed them aside.
I was completely naked.
Vulnerable in ways I’d never been before.
Beneath my skin, my muscles quivered. From desire. From anticipation.
Trent moved a little closer and placed his hands on my knees. If he felt me shaking, he didn’t say anything. Instead, both hands slid upward to the insides of my thighs. I opened my legs a little, giving him more room, glad I did when he began kneading the muscles there and stroking his way up near my cock.
“This okay?” he whispered.
“Yes.” I sighed and closed my eyes.
“If I do anything you don’t like, just say the word and I’ll stop.”
“You could do anything to me right about now, frat boy,” I murmured.
“Even suck your dick?”
My abs contracted and my heart stalled. I’d just been imaging that very thing, and now he was offering to make it reality.
I reached down and grabbed myself to push it toward him. Offering up the most sacred piece of a man’s body.
He wrapped his hand around it and squeezed, testing out the length and width.
My hand fell away, and I groaned.
He began the process of playing. It’s the only way I could describe what he did.
He toyed with me, used his hands to deliver thorough and exquisite pleasure. It was almost like he was in awe of my cock, like it was the first time he’d ever seen one. I liked it because it made what we were doing together, what I was experiencing at his touch, that much more devastating.
When his lips brushed the inside of my thigh, my teeth sank into my lower lip. I reached for his head again and dug my fingertips into his scalp. I didn’t have to worry too much about the amount of pressure I used because I knew he was strong enough to take it.
“I’m gonna need to hear you say it,” he murmured. Every syllable he spoke brought his lips into contact with my skin.
“Suck it,” I practically begged. “Do it.”
I felt him move between my legs, the bareness of his chest against my skin. His hand slid all the way to the base of my throbbing cock, and he jerked it upright.