"I really don't hate how hot you are," I growled, watching the flex of his abs as he shuddered and groaned.
"Fuck," he whispered, before snapping his head up. He narrowed his eyes, giving me a glare that was also a bit assessing. "Don't patronize me, Evan. This is the sure thing. No need to talk me up."
He sounded irritated, and not the type of irritated he usually was when it came to me. This was real.
I raised an eyebrow, slightly confused. I'd figured out a long time ago that he wasn't nearly as confident as he pretended sometimes. It was some kind of defense thing, and somehow it made him oddly adorable.
This was different. It was almost bitter. Did he really think I was lying to him?
He didn't give me time to question him on his confidence, gripping the sides of my pajama pants and tugging them down slightly, revealing inch by inch of my lower stomach, then pubic hair and finally the base of my shaft as the band pushed my dick down… well, out, since it was way too hard to go very far.
"Fuck," he whispered, probably not on purpose, biting his lip as he looked at me.
That talk could wait. Neither of us were exactly in the state of mind to discuss insecurities, and I was pretty sure showing him how much I wanted him would be a far better way to dispel those confidence quirks than words. That sounded like a reasonable, efficient thing to do. Not selfish at all. Two birds one… Fuck.
His hand wrapped around my dick, finally freeing it from the cotton bindings. We both whimpered as his thumb dipped into the slit, slowly massaging the pre-cum oozing from the tip.
His warm hot mouth found my nipple. Fucking Scout Walden knew my weakness. Of all the people in the whole world to know that particular weakness, the most dangerous was Scout.
My body was already too primed for me to allow him to spend much time… doing whatever the fuck he was doing to my nipple while playing with the head of my dick. Even without him stroking me, I knew I was going to blow any second if we didn't move this to the bed. The sooner, the fucking better.
I gripped his shoulders, pushing him back a step. That didn't help, unfortunately. Just looking at him like this, was killing me. His beautiful blue eyes were glazed with need, and his mouth was swollen and red from the rough kisses and the way he'd been working my sensitive nub. His skin was flushed and the wet spot on his pants had grown significantly.
He was my fucking fantasy, and I needed inside his body, fast.
I bent, scooping him into my arms and walking with him over to the bed where I tossed him onto the mattress, ignoring the indignant huff he let out as he sprawled backwards, spreading his legs and palming his dick through his pants.
Fuck that's hot.
The scent of his sweet slick made me moan and my dick drool. I was dying to feel him practically dripping from my fingers while he writhed as I worked him open. To lick at the puddle of pre-cum that would form in his belly button.
I couldn't take it anymore. I needed him. I'd needed him for years, for my whole life. Enough was enough. This man was meant to be mine, and I was going to keep him… even if I had to fight him for it.
Gripping the sides of his pajama pants, I eased them down, biting my lip as he lifted his hips, allowing them to slide over his ass. His abs contracted and quivered. I wanted to kiss and suck and lick at his hipbone as it was revealed, amazed at how he somehow managed to look both strong and delicate at the same time.
His dick slapped against his stomach as his pants finally released him, and he moaned, sinking his fingers into the bedding at his hips. His pants hit the floor by my feet, and I stood there for a moment, completely in awe.
Scout Walden was a beautiful man. This was undeniable and something I'd known since we were kids. But looking down at him while he quivered with need in the bed that was mine for the extended weekend, was almost a fucking out-of-body experience. He was absolutely stunning.
And I was about to make love to him. It was almost overwhelming.
"What?" he asked, frowning slightly. "What's wrong?"
I narrowed my eyes, not liking the way he seemed to be shutting down right in front of me.
Climbing up over him, I pressed us together, making sure to drag my leaking dick against his so he could feel my anticipation.
Oh fuck. I groaned, leaning forward to press against his forehead with mine. I'd meant to prove to him how much I wanted him by letting him feel what he'd done to me, but the bare skin of his cock against mine was like some kind of exquisite torture.
"Evan," he whispered, his hands clutching at my back. "Fuck. I'm not…"
"Shit." I pulled my hips back, closing my eyes. "Don't say my name like that, baby. I'll never fucking make it."
I pressed a lingering kiss to his mouth, humming as I pulled back, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth and savoring the taste of him.
He spread his legs wide, pulling his knees up just enough to expose his leaking hole as his hands skimmed down his body. I had no idea how the man had gotten the impression that he wasn't hot. He was fucking lava spilling from the earth and devastating everything in its path. I knew I was completely annihilated after this. I'd never be the same again, and if I got my way, neither would he.
I sat back on my heels, completely enthralled by the show, my mouth falling open as he bit down hard on his bottom lip, letting his fingers strum over his nipples and then slide the rest of the way down his body to his thighs, squeezing them while he lifted and rotated his hips, clearly wanting to touch himself, but holding back for some reason.
"Evan," he whispered, looking desperate but beautiful as his hot eyes moved over my body, snagging on my dick. He whimpered, letting his legs fall open even further, his hole clenching and his dick jerking so hard, it jostled his balls. Pre-cum spilled from the tip of the engorged, almost painful-looking flesh. "Please."
Oh shit! I gripped my dick hard, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment to gain some control.
"I need to… Fuck, you're going to kill me."
I moved back over him, leaning down to take his mouth, sucking on his tongue and bracing myself by spreading my knees wide and leaning on one arm, so I could run the other hand down his body. I paused at his dick, loving the feel of his velvety skin there and the way nonsense gurgled out of his throat when I used my thumb to massage his pre-cum into the head of his dick.
"No, no, no. You have to stop," he whined against my mouth. "I don't want to go yet. I want you inside me."
Protect me from this temptation.
"If you want me to even make it inside you, you have to shut up."
He jerked, glaring up at me. "Then stop playing with my dick, dumbass," he growled, nipping at my bottom lip. "Because if I get off before you bury that big alpha dick inside me, I'm leaving you high and dry."
"Fuck, Scout," I groaned, shaking my head, and sliding my palm slowly down his dick to cup his balls. "You're mean as hell sometimes."
His legs spread impossibly wider, and he rolled his hips, trying to get my hand where he wanted it, the wet head of my dick dragging against the back of his leg where he had it pulled up and out. "By the amount of pre-cum you just smeared against the back of my thigh, I'd say you like how mean I am."
My fingertips found his hole, and I moaned, pressing one inside his slick entrance, my body tingling with need as his tight heat surrounded my digit, sucking it in.