Everyone’s jeans did it. Mine, his, yours. It wasn’t anything new. It wasn’t anything that deserved so much thought.
Except the presence of that string made me want to tug it. To see what would begin to unravel if I did. I rather liked the thought of unraveling Drew.
Of pulling that thread until there was nothing left.
“You know how I was talking about having a clothing-optional night earlier?” Drew’s voice was like a good bottle of wine. Smooth, slightly sweet, and didn’t go to your head until after you’d drunk it all.
I nodded. There was a fire building low in my stomach. This tingling, burning sensation that was sort of addictive in the sense I wanted it to spread. I wanted to be consumed.
“I changed my mind.”
I lifted one eyebrow. I had a feeling I knew what he was going to say. But I wanted to hear it anyway.
“No options anymore. Naked. Now. All night.”
Well. Wasn’t he a bossy bastard?
I liked it.
I really fucking did.
I pushed off the floor. I needed the extra momentum to push me closer to him faster. As I prowled toward the door, I started peeling off my clothes.
I took pleasure in tossing the fabric all over the space, owning it all, littering the entire room with sexual intention.
When I reached him, all that remained on my body was a pair of unbuttoned jeans. One of Drew’s hands appeared between us, and one finger dipped beneath my boxers and rubbed over the wiry hair leading down to my cock.
While he teased, I unbuttoned his jeans with deliberate care and then took my time sliding the zipper down over his already erect dick.
Once his pants were fully open, I helped him pull of his jacket and shirt. Before sliding down his body, I pressed my palms against his shoulders and dragged them down his arms, all the way until our hands linked together and we stood there chest to chest, holding hands.
“There’s a lot of shit I like about you, Forrester,” I spoke. “But right now, my favorite is when I stare into your eyes, you stare right back.”
“I see you, Trent,” he answered.
“Even if I went blind right now, I’d still see you,” I echoed.
The side of his mouth curved up. “Always gotta one-up me, don’t ya, frat boy?”
I laughed low and pulled my hands from his. The chain he always wore around his neck, the one with the speedometer pendant on the end, was my target. I lifted it, and he dipped his chin so I could pull it over his head.
“We’re not gonna need speed tonight.” I set it aside.
His back hit the wall when I slid down his body. Knowing what I was going for, his hips jutted out, and I laughed deep in my throat. Drew loved getting head. I might even argue he liked it more than French fries.
My knees hit the floor once his shoes and pants were gone, and I knelt before his steely dick, which stood out from his body at attention.
The weight of his balls in my palm was now familiar, and I squeezed gently, cupping them and using my fingers to gently massage the base of his cock.
He made a satisfied sound, and his palms flattened on either side of his hips against the door. I took his cock slow, wrapping my lips around the taut flesh and slipping down, taking him deep.
When his tip hit the back of my throat, he muttered something incoherent. I pulled back slightly and began to work his rod, making sure it was good and slick and he was good and worked up before pulling back almost completely to suck just the head past my lips and graze my teeth on the sensitive spot on the underside.
He shuddered in my mouth, and I grabbed his hips. Using my hands, I started guiding his body into a rhythm that allowed him to essentially fuck my mouth.
After a few minutes of my guidance, one of his hands slid into my hair and gripped while his hips took over all on their own.
As he thrust himself into my mouth, I massaged his balls and caressed his inner thighs. The hand tangled in my hair started to tremble, and his hips moved faster. My lips tightened around his quivering dick, and he whispered my name.
I liked when he whispered my name.
His orgasm exploded across my tongue. His cock literally pumped like its life depended on it. Drew collapsed against the door, and I moved with him, gripping his hips and taking over since he was no longer able to move.
I drank him down. Taking in a part of him was natural to me, as if he were an acquired taste I never had to actually acquire.
I sucked him dry and then lifted my head. His chest heaved, and the instant my mouth released him, his body began to melt down the door, sliding into a practical puddle until his ass hit the floor.
I sank back onto my ass, sitting directly in front of him, spreading my legs so he was in between them.
“We need to get our own place,” he said, a little out of breath.
“It definitely would have some advantages.” I agreed.
“Tonight was a good night.” His chin came down so we could meet eyes.