I’m coming to your room. Gay sex His breathing got ragged.And then, he growled it. His voice was all messed up.”I can’t stop thinking about it,” he whispered. Tongue in my mouth, hands grabbing my ass again like he was claiming it.He pulled back a second later, forehead resting against mine. I wanted him to savor it.He exhaled hard. For him to chicken out? The way you looked back at me when I was eating you out… I could feel how badly he wanted this. Rough. Like he needed it. And then I finally wrapped my lips around him—soft at first, slow. His thighs tensed instantly. It twitched when I licked my lips.“You gonna make me regret this?” he muttered, voice low, eyes heavy.“Only if you hate blowjobs.”That got a crooked grin out of him.I leaned in slow, just to tease him a little, let my breath hit the tip. One hand behind his head like this was some kind of photo shoot, the other lazily gripping the base of his dick.Then he said it.“Come here.”And I fucking did. For him to lose his mind and go back to Paige like nothing happened? “Couple times.”“Fuck, bro,” he whispered, biting his bottom lip.
