Every time Blair bent over his shirt would shift up and an inch of porcelain skin would flicker just above the hem of his too-tight jeans. I’d spotted the base of his tattoo and dimples at the top of his ass. Twice. And god… It was a glorious ass. The fabric would pull taut over the generous curve of it and my brain would short circuit as I stared at the round, muscular globes. I imagined what it would feel like to bury my cock inside his tight little hole and watch his cheeks bounce as our hips slapped.
