Covet Thy Neighbor

lips left mine, and he whispered, “We’re both still sweaty from that dodge ball game. Maybe . . .”
    “Maybe we should grab a shower.”
    “Yes.” His lip just grazed mine. “That.”
    “Good idea.” I ran my fingers through his hair. “We’ll get there.” A light kiss. Another. “In a minute.”
    Darren didn’t seem to mind. He pulled me closer, his fingers pressing into my skin through my clothes, and my knees shook as I yielded to a kiss that was getting progressively more demanding.
    “Fuck.” I gasped for air. “Okay. About that shower.” I dragged him back a step toward the bathroom. “We should get on that. Like now.”
    He laughed. “Good idea.”
    In the shower, we got as far as getting soap on our hands, and then we were back in each other’s arms. Slippery hands ran over wet skin. Our bodies were slick, hot, pressed together under the water while we made out like we had all night to turn each other on.
    Then Darren faced the water. As he did, the sharp black lines and letters between his shoulder blades jolted something deep in my gut. Immediately, the other night’s worries tried to come crashing back in, but I wasn’t letting them ruin this moment. Regrets and reservations could wait until tomorrow morning. Tonight, Darren was mine.
    I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips to the side of his neck. “My God, I want you so bad.”
    Darren moaned and rubbed his ass against my cock, his skin slick and hot from soap and water. I could barely think, overwhelmed by this slow pantomime, this parody of everything I needed to do to him. I wanted to be touching him just like this, our bodies this close together, but I wanted to be deep inside him too. Damn the need for lube and rubbers, because I would have sold my soul to be able to just fuck him. Right here, right now.
    “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” I growled in his ear.
    Darren whimpered and pressed back against me.
    I kissed just below his jaw. “Don’t you?”
    “Yes. We should . . . bedroom.”
    “Mmm, I like that idea.” I slid a hand over his hip and deliberately brushed his cock with my fingertips. “Except I like this too.”
    He moaned, wriggling against me. “Seth . . .”
    “Hmm?”
    “Bedroom.”
    The forcefulness of that one word almost made me come. I exhaled against his neck, then kissed it and whispered, “Let’s go.”
    We quickly rinsed off, then toweled off—sort of—and hurried into my bedroom.
    Now that was the kiss I recognized: breathless, groping, demanding. Fingers raked through wet hair. His hard cock ground against mine. I cursed between kisses, and now and then I was sure he did the same, and then we tumbled into bed and—
    “Wait!” He arched off the bed and grimaced.
    “What? What’s wrong?”
    He winced. “Tattoo’s still a little itchy.”
    “Shit. Sorry.”
    “Don’t worry about it. Just means I—” he caught me off guard and flipped me onto my back and straddled me “—get to be on top.”
    All the air left my lungs at once. “You won’t . . . you won’t hear me objecting.”
    “Excellent.” He leaned down and kissed me quickly. “Condoms?”
    Oh God. I so love it when you take charge.
    Moistening my lips, I gestured at the nightstand. He pulled the necessities from the drawer. Thank fuck I’d left a few condoms and a half-empty bottle of lube over here that first night, because there just wasn’t time to go get them from Darren’s apartment.
    As he rolled the condom onto my cock, I said, “You do like being in charge, don’t you?”
    He grinned down at me. “I think you like me being in charge.”
    I licked my lips again. “I’m not going to argue with that.”
    “Didn’t think you would.” He poured some lube onto his hand. Neither of us said anything. This close to fucking him, I was too turned on for banter. Hell, for speech at all.
    Darren put the lube bottle aside, and my whole body tingled with anticipation as he lifted his hips. I steadied my cock with one hand, his hip with the other, and we both held our breath as he lowered himself onto me. I closed my eyes, digging my teeth into my lower lip as he took me a little at a time. Holy fuck, he felt amazing. The tight, slick, up-and-down motion drove me right out of my damned mind.
    I reached up to pull him down to me, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed. I knew he liked to take charge, but it still caught me by surprise. And turned me on beyond belief. Curling my