“Our hands touch accidentally while reaching for the Cream at Starbucks, and we’d pause. You’d look up at me slowly and notice me biting, but barely biting my lip as I stare at you. I’m enamored by your beauty. I’m also a man, and I see your amazing body. You notice a slight impression in my jeans, barely noticeable, but you know my cock is hard.
I ask if you’d like to sit with me to drink your coffee, you say “Fuck you, no thanks”. But I know you’re lying, I could see it by the look you gave me as you opened the door to leave. You stared back up at me, the look that screamed “Fuck me”. I read it loud and clear, and went outside to my car. You motion me over with a subtle pull of your head, and I get in the car.
We make small talk on the way back to your place, completely forgetting about the beverages we purchased, we make our way up to your room, before getting there, me trailing behind you, slowly touches your ass, I reach deep into your thigh, stopping you in your tracks. You turn, look up at me and kiss me. I kiss you back. I kiss your jaw, moving slowly down to your neck, pulling down the collar of your shirt, kissing your clavicle. You push me onto the couch and we start.