I stared at the ceiling, listening to them fuck, and vowed that I would be back in Chris’s bed again before the week was out. He wasn’t tall but had a body like a small adonis: a thick rippled trunk, big arms, narrow hips with a muscular butt that protruded out to form a sexy shelf, and sturdy legs covered in black hair. “Well, I guess…”
I cut him off quickly, not wanting to let this moment end. Remembering my earlier fantasy, I even felt my cock begin to harden and I had to struggle for self control. “Aright, we better stop that or you’re gonna finish before I’ve even had a chance to fuck you!” he said in a brazen way that nearly made me explode. “And, you know, it wouldn’t be cheating, which is the important thing.”
Okay…the logic didn’t quite make sense to me, and I’d never said he was the smartest guy, but I felt pretty ready to go with whatever he was suggesting here (or really, any logic that would do anything to get me physically closer to him). I pulled my pillow over my head trying to block them out, realizing that I was now being consumed by a strong feeling of jealousy.
