In the Raw

by Eileen Griffin

  “What do you want, Lassiter? My lips wrapped around your cock? My hand? I want to make you feel good.”

  My eyes closed when he grazed his teeth gently over the head of my dick, tonguing the slit. An incoherent noise left my throat as I pushed his head down, all control gone. His low moan as he took my length deeper in his mouth vibrated through my whole body. My head thumped against the wall, the dull pain ignored. The table strained underneath me again as he slid his hands into my boxers, cupping my ass as he pulled me closer, his hot mouth eager around my shaft.

  “God, your mouth... I knew you’d feel this good,” I breathed, biting down hard on my lip as he groaned. I tugged his hair hard as I panted, “I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

  He released me with a wet sound and my eyes opened in time to see the hunger on his face as he stood up. He slammed his mouth down on mine, my lips, tongue and teeth ravaged as his fingers wrapped around my length. He stroked, his hand frantic and rough as my hips bucked wildly. The table thumped against the wall and I wrapped my arm around Ethan’s neck. I held on tight, shuddering and coming harder than I ever had.

  “Shit, that was hot. I plan on going down on you again very soon,” Ethan murmured against my lips as we broke apart for air.

  I chuckled when he bumped his forehead against mine.

  “If you do, I may lose all brain function permanently.”

  “You can be the pretty one.”

  I snorted and pulled back to give him a dirty look. “Please, never call me pretty ever again.”

  His lips curled in a smile, sending renewed desire through my body. “Jamie, nothing about you is pretty. Tempting, yes. Unbelievably sexy, fuck yes. How you look when you come? Forever burned into my brain.”

  I brushed my lips over his, soft and slow. My sigh of pleasure when he gathered me closer and the feel of his hard body pressed to mine made me want to explore more of his incredible body. I nipped his lip, tugged it with my teeth as his hungry gasp drove the heat between us even higher.

  “How about we take this somewhere else?” I whispered between his kisses.

  “You’re full of fantastic ideas.” He smiled and pulled back as I hopped down from the table. I pulled my boxers and jeans up and wiped my sticky stomach with the T-shirt I grabbed from the floor. With another soft kiss I led us the few steps to my bedroom, pushing open the door.

  Stopping in front of my bed, Ethan ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up more than usual. When I turned on the light, his once confident attitude was suddenly replaced by hesitation.

  “We don’t have to, you know. I’m good with hanging out with you. It sounds weird after what we just did but it’s been a while. I didn’t want you to think this is all I wanted.” His voice was uncertain, his expression anxious. “Being with you is enough.”

  Realization settled low in my chest. I made Ethan nervous. Confident. Sexy. Cocky. Amazing Ethan Martin.

  “You asked me what I wanted.” I watched his face as I ran my fingertips over his ink, trailing them down over his nipples. I rubbed my thumbs over the silver rings hanging from each, pulling gently as he shivered. My palms trailed down his abs and lower to rub gently over the bulge still straining beneath his jeans.

  “I want this. I want you.” I raised one hand to cup the back of his head and dragged my fingers through the shorter hair at the nape of his neck, tugging gently. He closed his eyes, a low contented rumble echoing through his body as he leaned his weight into mine. “Stop thinking.”

  He let out a deep breath. “I’m still waiting for you to realize you could do a helluva lot better than my sorry ass.”

  “I happen to think your ass is anything but sorry. Remember the day we were both in the storage room? You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands to myself,” I admitted as his eyes slowly blinked open and met mine, the green long since darkened to almost black.

  “Fuck,” he breathed out.

  “Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off thinking of you?” I brushed my lips over his. He moaned softly and pulled me closer. His eyes closed in pleasure again when I kissed his jaw, the dark stubble scratching against my lips. I slid my hands back to his shoulders, over his nipples and stomach. I shoved him back against my bed, crawling up his body to straddle his lap, rocking my already half-hard cock against him greedily as we both moaned. He shoved his hands into my hair, pulling my mouth down on his as I rocked downward, the friction of our clothes between us maddening.

  My whole life I’d been told what I was supposed to want. I wanted Ethan as much as he wanted me. Nothing was going to keep me from showing him whatever this was between us was worth every single second we had together.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Ethan

  I watched an impatient Lassiter tug my belt buckle open. I could die now and I’d be a happy man. He finally yanked off my jeans and boxers, and his hungry expression as he stared at my naked body would stay with me for a long time.

  Who knew buried under the layers of khaki and loafers lurked a sexy man who’d shared my fantasies of us fucking in the supply room at school?

  “Careful, I’m a little on edge after earlier,” I cautioned as he pulled me closer, moaning low in my throat when our bare chests pressed together. An impatient noise escaped me when my cock brushed his jeans. “Jesus, take these off,” I growled.

  “Bossy. You want them off, you take them off.” He smirked, daring me to make a move.

  I pushed up against him, rolling us until his body was trapped under mine. His surprise disappeared when I peppered kisses along his collarbone. He closed his eyes as I slid down his body and tugged open his jeans. Impatient, I climbed off the bed and yanked his jeans off by the ankles. His eyes opened, and he watched me as I tossed them to the side.

  As I stared at the length of his bare body, I reached down to stroke my aching cock. “You are so goddamn beautiful.”

  He smiled up at me, a soft moan leaving his lips when his eyes dropped to my hand. When I climbed onto the bed, he pulled me closer and leaned up to kiss my chest. My eyes slammed shut when his warm tongue traced a nipple ring.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” I said. In my mind I pictured flipping him onto his stomach and fucking him bare and raw. Hard and fast, with nothing but the sound of our bodies slapping together. I shuddered as I forced myself to slow down. This wasn’t only about me. For once I wanted to focus on someone else. I wanted Jamie to feel better than he ever had before.

  “Ethan?” He slid his hand up to cup my neck, pulling my mouth down to his. “I need you to let go.”

  He bit my lip, shredding the last of my control. I pulled back and sat up on my knees, my hands rough as I rolled him onto his stomach. I stared at the expanse of pale freckled skin of his shoulders, back and ass as I stroked myself again. I dug my fingers into Jamie’s hips and yanked him back on his hands and knees and rubbed myself against him, my touch possessive. I loved the shuddering moan that ripped from his chest.

  “God yes,” he groaned over his shoulder as I rubbed the length of my cock against him. My body shook as I watched his lean muscles ripple down his back when he rocked back against me.

  He reached below to stroke himself, moaning softly as I pushed against him again, mindless with pleasure. Leaning down, I nipped his shoulder. “I have to be inside you.”

  He pointed at his bedside table, gasping when I dug my fingers into his hip and covered his hand on his cock with mine, squeezing possessively.

  I pressed my lips against the back of his neck. “Wait for me.”

  He moaned when I released his hand and dragged my body along the length of his as I crawled up the bed. I yanked at the drawer, plunging my hand inside blindly. I froze when Jamie pressed a kiss to my spine and shivered as he kissed a wet line down my back between my shoulders. I closed my eyes, r
eveling in the feel of him pressed against me. I rocked back against him, completely forgetting everything except for the feel of his lips on my skin, my skin tingling when his lips traced above my ass. His warm breath heated the small of my back when he chuckled and reminded me of my mission. “Lube.”

  I grabbed his bottle of lube, rifling around until my fingers touched the crinkly wrapper of a condom. Snagging the rest of the packets, I dumped them on the bed with the lube and sat up. I tugged Jamie flat onto his stomach, loving his low moan as he ground against the sheets.

  “Ambitious, are we?” He looked over his shoulder and nodded at the pile of condoms. My smirk slowly spread until he closed his eyes. His laid his head down on the bed, a soft groan escaping his lips. “Jesus, Ethan.”

  “I plan on fucking you until we can’t walk. Hours and hours until we’re both too exhausted to even move.” I’d bury myself so deep inside him he wouldn’t be able to think about leaving me. I kissed my way up the back of his thigh, nudging his legs apart as I rubbed my hands up and down his lower back and ass.

  “Shut up and fuck me, Martin.”

  I couldn’t hold back my low moan. Nothing had ever sounded sexier than Jamie Lassiter commanding me to fuck him. I had to make this good for him since I knew I’d lose it as soon as I was buried balls-deep. I popped open the lube bottle and drizzled some down the cleft of his ass. I grazed his hole with my fingers and turned my hand, slowly sliding the tip of my thumb past the tight ring of muscle. Taking his muffled groans as encouragement, I slipped my free hand down and cupped his balls, slowly rolling them in my palm.

  He let out a strangled moan and shuddered, pushing back against my touch. I leaned my forehead against his back, kissing the dimples right above his ass.

  “Oh, God.” He groaned as my fingers grazed the base of his cock. When he began to rock his hips, I slid my thumb free and replaced it with a finger. He rocked back against me as I worked in another finger. I pushed and twisted my fingers up, feeling for the small knot of muscle deep inside him. When Jamie moaned and clenched around my finger, I closed my eyes. Found it. I slowly massaged him as my cock hardened painfully. I felt his fingers brush mine as he reached down to stroke himself.

  “Fuck,” I grunted, gently sliding my fingers free. I quickly ripped open a packet, rolled a condom down my cock and squeezed hard at the base to hold on to my control. I coated myself in lube and pulled Jamie’s hips up as he braced himself against the bed. I let out a deep breath as I nudged the tip of my cock against him, slowly rocking my hips as he pushed back against me.

  He clenched hard around my crown, his tight heat pulling me deep as I rocked my hips forward. I stilled, buried deep inside him, my balls pressed hard against his ass. Nothing had ever felt as good as being buried inside Jamie Lassiter as he moaned my name.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Jamie

  I panted hard and closed my eyes. Feeling Ethan buried this deep was beyond intense. He kissed my shoulders, body shaking with the effort of not moving as he allowed me to adjust. The stinging fullness lasted for only a minute or two. I shuddered again as he murmured in a low voice, his words a jumble of sounds. Once he felt me relax under him, he began to slowly thrust.

  He sat back on his haunches and wrapped an inked arm around my chest, pulling me up to lean against his body. I closed my eyes and moaned as he kissed my neck and shoulders. He rocked his hips, shallow thrusts that sent heat shooting through my body. My head lolled against his shoulder as my hips followed his rhythm.

  “I’m not gonna last long,” he murmured, voice shaky. I gripped the back of his neck with my fingers as we slowly moved. Heat rippled over my skin and a knot of tension settled low in my stomach, tightening with every slow thrust.

  “You feel so damn good. Don’t hold back, Ethan.” I panted as he rocked his hips, sliding deep as I arched with pleasure against him. Desperate with need, I pushed myself back on his body, moaning low in my throat when he thrust with more force. His ragged breath was hot against my ear. How had I never felt this before?

  I slid my hand up into his hair, tugging hard. I turned my head and pulled his mouth to mine, desperate to taste him. Our teeth knocked together with the force of the kiss, and a low whine left my throat when his lips bruised mine. Nothing and no one had ever felt this good. No one but Ethan. Delirious with pleasure, I ran my other hand down my body to palm my straining dick. My hand stroked in time with our lazy thrusts and I rubbed my thumb over the tip, my grip tightening.

  He broke the kiss, his eyes unfocused with pleasure and breathing ragged. Our mingled sweat mixed with the slip-slide of his body against mine and the rub of his piercings against my back only intensified the pleasure.

  Overwhelmed by the indefinable emotion burning in his eyes, I tightened my hand and stroked faster. Pressure built low in my stomach, until another deep thrust hit a spot that sent pleasure arcing through my whole body. When I gasped, Ethan rolled his hips, nailing the spot again and again until I shook uncontrollably. Sticky heat covered my hand as I pulsed, my grip almost painful as my skin grew sensitive and I shivered.

  Ethan’s breath grew even more ragged against my neck and he shoved my chest down against the bed. He slid his arm free and dug his fingers hard into my hips, yanking my ass back against him. My cry of pleasure only seemed to fuel his desire as he began to thrust deeper inside me.

  I writhed underneath him, reveling in his loss of control, until he finally shuddered and shook behind me. He slammed into me one last time and tensed, pulsing inside me as he came. I shivered when he whispered my name, his voice cracking with emotion.

  His body went loose and heavy on mine as we both fought for breath in a tangled mess of limbs. After a few moments, he raised his head slightly and kissed my neck.

  The shiver running down my spine had nothing to do with the cooling sweat now coating my body and everything to do with the man I finally had in my bed. I turned my face to the side and lazily opened my eyes. Ethan’s face was still buried in my neck. I lifted my hand to rest it on the back of his head and dragged my fingers through his sweaty hair.

  He mumbled, “I know we’re about to get very uncomfortable here, but I don’t want to move.”

  I gently scored his scalp with my nails and he groaned when my body shifted under his. “Trust me. I’m in no hurry for you to move anytime soon.”

  He kissed my neck again, then slowly pulled out of me. He rocked back on his knees as I turned onto my side to face him. “That was incredible.”

  With very slow and deliberate movements, he leaned down and captured my lips with a gentle kiss. “More than incredible. Let me take care of this and I’ll be right back.”

  As I rested my weight on my elbow to watch him as he walked to my bathroom I marveled at how I’d never felt anything close to what we’d just done.

  “I know you’re looking at my ass right now,” he said, voice smug.

  I laughed and threw a pillow. “It’s a nice ass. Definitely much nicer bare.”

  With a sigh, I settled back against the bed as the sounds of the toilet flushing and water running drifted into the bedroom from the bathroom. A soft thump made me jump and turn in the direction of the bathroom. The pillow I’d thrown was lying at the foot of the bed. Ethan was leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

  “What about my ass?”

  I smirked as he pushed away from the doorjamb and sauntered to the foot of the bed. With one swift movement, he grabbed my ankles and pulled me flat on my back.

  “What the hell...”

  “Just getting you where I need you.” He grinned, slowly dragging his body along mine. Need shot through my blood as his lips trailed kisses along my chest until they stopped at my collarbone. I arched under him when his teeth grazed, leaving a red mark. “That’s it. Now you’re exactly where I need you.”

>   I ran my hands along his sides as he nipped his way along my neck to my jaw. “I’d say you’re exactly where I need you.”

  He chuckled against my skin and rocked his half-hard length against mine. I dug my fingers into his hips, using his weight to roll him over onto the bed and pin him underneath me.

  The surprise on his face was priceless. “Now this is exactly where I need you to be.” I grazed his earlobe with my teeth, earning an incoherent sound from him.

  “Holy hell, that was hot.” His hands shot up and grabbed my hips, pulling me down to grind against him. Hunger drove me as I pulled back to grin down at him. I’d just had Ethan inside me and I already craved him again.

  “What did you mention earlier about fucking me until I can’t walk?”

  He growled and arched up under me, pulling my mouth down to his as my hands gripped his shoulders.

  I didn’t care what happened tomorrow or next week. My parents and the stress about school and the scholarship could wait. For now, I had Ethan Martin in my bed. For once, what I wanted was all that mattered.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Ethan

  I blinked at the sunlight coming in through the window, my whole body stiffening when my gritty eyes finally focused. This wasn’t my room.

  And I wasn’t alone.

  When the long, blond-haired and very male body wrapped around me burrowed closer underneath the blankets, my confused brain finally kicked into gear. Jamie. The way he’d felt wrapped around my body, his eyes on mine as we’d moved together, shot heat straight to my groin. How he’d sounded when he’d cried out in pleasure was permanently burned into my brain.

  But more than the physical was how we’d talked and laughed afterward. Really laughed. The crazy thing was finding out how much we actually had in common. I’d never mention to him that khakis would from now on cause instant boners. Some weaknesses were never meant to be revealed. I sighed. This wasn’t supposed to happen. And even though he felt good in my arms, I knew this would only complicate shit, not only for us at school, but for Jamie with his parents. We’d have to talk about it sooner or later, but with him so warm and inviting next to me, I’d opt for later.