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“You get harder when I jerk closer to the head,” he says, and that he even notices that thrills me. I love how he’s paying attention to my body and movements, and it’s no surprise how close he’s getting me.
“It’s kinda dry,” he says.
“I have some lube…”
“You mind if I just give it a little spit? Sometimes that’s what I do when I’m jerking off.”
“That sounds hot as fuck.”
He leans down and spits onto the head of my cock, running his hand through it, the moisture slicking across my flesh, coating me so he’s able to pick up his movements even more.
It’s definitely over for me.
“Lance, I’m about to—”
“Do it,” he says as we lock eyes once again. With his free hand, he hikes up my shirt, keeping his movements steady. I don’t see any of the doubt or uncertainty he came into this room with, only this primal part of himself committed to taking me to the end. It’s as though he’s intuited exactly what I need before I—
“Fuck, fuck…” My body erupts in a series of fits as I bash my fists against the sides of the bed, rolling my head back as the climax is so intense before I feel the warmth rush across my abs and chest. I figure that has to be the last of it, but the sensation lingers as a second burst lines my waist.
As my climax relaxes, Lance is still going, but my cock feels too sensitive, so I seize his wrist. “Ooh, ooh, no no, that’s good,” I tell him as the sensation eases up.
I catch my breath, recovering from the intensity of what he just did, accepting that there’s no fucking way any of this is simply about a fantasy. This is clearly something my bodywants, and now that I’ve experienced it, maybeneeds.
As I come back down from the high, I notice I still haven’t released Lance’s wrist. And he glances at my cum-soaked torso, licking his lips again before saying, “I guess we sorted that out. Maybe I should go now.”
He pulls away, pushes to his feet, and starts for the door.
What the hell?
9
Lance
Irush tothe door, overwhelmed by everything that’s happened—from what I felt for Ty when I first saw his erection, to getting the idea to stroke him off, to finishing the job.
What started off as curiosity turned into a damned obsession. A mission to get to take him all the way. Reading his body and studying his cock made me feel a delicious rush.
In the moment when I was making him stiffer in my grasp, I wasn’t myself but a sex god, with total control over Ty’s pleasure. I was feral with desire, not using my head. Just acting off these innate impulses that drove me until he came all over himself.
And when I saw him soaked with his cum, all I wanted to do was lean down and take a quick lick. I nearly did until, in a moment, I was no longer hypnotized by his cock and able to regain my senses.
Even though Ty said he wanted me to jerk him off, went right along with my suggestions, I worry I pushed us too far. He wanted to experiment, maybe have me rub on him, not have me jerking him to finishing on his chest.
And oh, how he finished, the white streaks across his perfect flesh.
I’m at the door, grabbing the knob, when Ty says, “Lance,wait a minute.”
I whirl around to face him, and he isn’t wearing his shirt anymore. Guess he threw it off so he wouldn’t get it soaked in the cum that’s still over him.
My mouth waters as I study the little spots glistening on him.
Ty blinks erratically, like he’s struggling to recover from what was obviously a mind-blowing orgasm. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You?” I’m offended by the question. What could have been wrong about the way he lay there, writhing about and moaning while he let me pump one out of him? “Not at all. I just didn’t mean to make it weird and get so into it…”
“I told you I wanted you to do that, and you thinkyoumade it weird?”
He’s right, but this whole experience was like another person stepped into my body and took over. Even now as he’s acting so nice about it all, I’m waiting for him to say something like,What the hell got into you?