Page 136 of Goodbye Note

He swallowed, then nodded. “It’s hard to see all of you when we are in a cramped space.”

“We’ve fucked in bathrooms and the shower.”

“It’s not the same. Those are quickies. Now we have at least an hour and the whole bus.”

“Then tell me how you want me.” I loved teasing him.

He shoved me into the mirror, grinding up against my ass. “I want to watch you fuck my throat in the mirror.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I turned on him, opening his jeans, and dragged down his boxers so his cock sprung free. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking him.

He shoved me into the mirror again so hard I was shocked it didn’t break, but he didn’t strip my clothes off. Instead, he watched as I finished removing his clothes.

His tongue slid into my mouth, deep and thoroughly, before speaking breathy words into my mouth. “Take out your cock.”

I leaned back at an angle, jutting my hips out to give him a show. I unbuckled my belt, taking my time dragging my zipper down to fully expose myself.

“No boxers?”

I shook my head. “They leave lines when my jeans are this tight.”

A guttural sound filled the back of his throat. “You kill me.”

“You like when I do that?”

“Yes,” he said through another groan.

“Why?” I asked, needing to know. I got off so hard on turning him on.

“Because it’s just knowing I could unzip your jeans and touch you whenever I want. Any place I want.”

“I like when you use me because you can’t stand not to touch me another second.” I throbbed so hard I wasn’t sure how long I’d last.

“Good, because I feel like that every minute of every day.” He crushed his mouth to mine, body following.

I couldn’t get a word in, and with the way he worked his hips, I didn’t want to stop him with thinking. I wanted all of this. I changed my grip and wrapped my hand around both of us, stroking us together. He hissed and bit my lips. I flipped us to our sides and took a chance releasing our dicks to grab his ass, opening up his view so he could watch.

He took notice, meeting my eyes in the mirror before lowering them to the show. “Arik…” He dropped his head to rest it on my shoulder, watching our bodies grind and cocks slide. “Fuck. We look so good together.”

“You’re right,” I said after a heated minute.

“What?” he asked.

“I’m not straight.”

He picked up his head, looking into my eyes like I’d made some big revelation.

“Now get on your knees so I can watch myself slide down your throat.”

In a sexy show of obedience, he dropped to one knee and then the other, presenting his tongue but not taking hold of my cock. “Feed it to me.”

I wrapped my fingers around my base and rubbed my glistening tip over him.

He wrapped his lips around my head, sucking, driving me toward ruinous oblivion. He stroked himself off while he took me deep, putting on a full show in the mirror.

I twisted my fingers in his hair, and his lips stuttered around my dick.

It was impossible to deny I was entirely fucked. I was so stupidly, intoxicatingly in love with Varian.