Page 59 of Turn Me On

I angle my ass, asking with my body. “Let me feel how hard you are.”

Zane pushes his hard-on against my ass. I haul in a breath. His cock is a fucking flagpole, and I want him to plant itthere.

“Not gonna fuck you now. Got other plans for you,” he grits out, brushing his lips along the side of my neck.

“Will I like your plans?” I ask, teasing.

“Well, let’s find the fuck out,” he says, then rubs his dick against me a few more times. “God, your ass. Your perfect fucking ass. It’s driving me insane.”

He drops his mouth to my jaw, kissing me hard, then meets my gaze in the mirror again. We look…lost in lust. “Show me your dick. But just the head,” he whispers. “Fucking tease me with it.”

I shake, lust speeding through my veins.

Gently, he lets go of my right arm. I shove my hand into my compression shorts, freeing my dick, tugging up, letting the tip poke above the waistband. “Like that?” I ask into the mirror.

Like a good lawyer, I only ask a question when I know the answer.

Zane roars, grinding his cock against my ass as his wild eyes stare at my dick. A drop of arousal pearls over the head. “You’re fucking leaking. Gimme a taste,” he urges.

I swipe the pre-come off the tip then lift my thumb. He sucks off my arousal, his eyes squeezing shut. “Mmm. Want to taste you everywhere. Every inch of your body. Your ass, your balls, your cock, your chest,” he mutters in my ear.

Lust seizes me, and I rock back against him more. “Have me. Anywhere. Everywhere.”

We won’t do all these things today. We probably won’t ever. This has to be a one-time thing. But at least for now, because I can’t resist him, I want him to know my body is his for the asking.

“Show me more of that dick. Tease me.” It’s a command, but I hear the need too.

I grip my shaft, drawing it halfway above the band of my shorts.

“Fuuuuuck, Mad. Holy fuck.” His lips come down hard on my neck, and he jerks my face closer, kissing me savagely for a few delirious seconds, then letting go. “Your dick’s so fucking big. So fucking beautiful,” he says against my lips.

Pleasure rushes over my skin, the praise lighting me up. “What do you want me to do with it?”

“Stroke that beautiful cock. Like you do every night, thinking of me,” he says. His body is painted against mine. There’s no space between us—I don’t want any. I free my cock all the way, then grip myself hard, sliding my hand up and over the head, squeezing another drop of arousal.

“Gimme,” he mutters.

I let the mirror guide me as I rub my thumb across his lips. His face is blissed out, and then sharp and in control again as he lets go of my other arm. “Hands against the mirror,” he commands.

I comply, pressing my palms to the glass, my cock pointing at his reflection. “What else do you want?” I ask.

“You,” he rasps out, moves back a few inches, pushes his shorts down, takes out his dick. His cock is nice and wide, and hungry for me.

“Fucking love that your dick’s bigger than mine,” he says as he gives his a few tugs.

“Yeah? Why?”

“Love that you’ve got the monster cock, and you want me to fuck you,” he says.

My brain sizzles. Circuits fry and overload. “Want that so badly,” I say, lifting my ass higher.

Zane lets go of his dick so he can pull down my shorts halfway. His voice goes hoarse as his hands dart out to squeeze my cheeks. “This ass…”

I work hard for this ass. It doesn’t come in a bottle. It comes from the gym, and I’m proud of the shape of it, the feel of it, and most of all, what it does to this man.

Zane pulls my shorts a little lower, then he lines up behind me, sliding his hard dick along my crack. I drop my head down, moaning at the tantalizing feel of his shaft gliding up and down. I can feel him squeeze the head of his cock and use some of his arousal to ease the path along my flesh.

Then, he finds a rhythm. When he hits the perfect pace, he spits in his palm, ropes his arm around my waist, and grabs my aching dick.