As much as I tried getting him out of my head, I just couldn't. The way our hands had grazed each other's when we walked, but neither made a move to hold hands.
They way he'd look at me, something told me that he thought the same as me. The more I thought about him, the more did I dream about him.
The more dreams I had, the more I wished that I could feel his lips against mine. How our bodies would feel against each other's.
The mere thought of wanting to pleasure him confused me. This wasn't me. It wasn't like me to lust over someone I just met. I had to find a way to get him to stop intruding my thoughts.
But he kept making things difficult no matter what I did. I wanted to touch him, kiss him, pin him down as he begged for me. I wanted to see how his back would arch as I touched him.
My hands grazing his inner thighs and reached for his erection, wanting to hear his sweet moans. Knowing that I had full control over him as I brought him to his orgasm.
Loving how easily he would melted under my touch. Our bare bodies touching one another, shaking with want as my hands would roam his body once again.
Bringing him close to me as my hand slipped between us and reached for him once more. My lips capturing his and as the heat between us increased, the faster my hand moved against him.
Moving down to kiss his neck as he released those sweet moans I so desperately wanted to hear. Only stopping my movements as he got close to his orgasm.
His heavy pants and whines only increasing the heat between us as I moved down his body. My lips pressing open mouthed kisses. My tongue flicking against his nipples making him arch into me.
His whimpers increasing as my head moved closer between his legs. His eyes closing shut as I ran my tongue down his thigh to his erection. Flicking my tongue to tease him.
Loving how he gasped and fisted the bed sheets. Hooking my arms around each of his legs as I took him all in. My mouth driving him crazy as I flicked my tongue against his tip again and sucked.
I wanted to make him realize how well I could please him. Show him that I was more of match for him than his boyfriend. How with a simple flick of my tongue I was able to make him melt in my hands.
I wanted to see his body arching beautifully off the bed as he moaned my name. Begging me to no stop. Overstimulating him until he couldn't handle it.
Moving one of hands between his legs as my fingers teased his entrance. Moving in and out of him at an agonizing speed. But hearing him beg was more than I could have ever wanted.
And as I got him to climax, I couldn't help want to taste him. Waiting for him to calm down before gently rubbing my hands on his thighs and stomach.
Wishing he would look at me lovingly with droopy eyes, reaching out to touch me. Only for me to shake my head and pulled him close as I let him sleep.
More than ever did I want my thoughts to become a reality.
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One Shots - Jyler [boyxboy] √
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