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Give it to me, Lance. Give me every fucking drop.
His cock gives another pulse before there’s a burst, filling my mouth with that delicious taste. I swallow him down, continuing to work inside his ass as his body vibrates and shifts about. Fuck, I’m addicted to the way I’ve got him all worked up. Knowing I’m the one who did this to him.
Once I can tell I’ve fully drained him, I release his cock, let it fall to his abs, and lean back to get a view of him as he continues shifting about, his body jerking as he stares at me, his eyes wide like he’s still in shock from how big his climax was.
“Oh, someone liked that, didn’t he?”
A grin sweeps across his face as his forehead creases. “You fucking kidding me right now?”
He catches his breath, blinking a few times as though he can barely see straight after how I just blew his goddamn mind.
Then he cringes. “Ooh, it’s a little sensitive,” he warns, resting a hand on my bicep.
“Sorry,” I say, realizing I need to take the pressure off him.
“No, it wasn’t a bad feeling. Just very sensitive.”
As he continues catching his breath, I slide my fingers out of him.
“Now, what are we gonna do about that?” he asks, eyeing the bulge in my pants.
I wonder if he even notices the way he licks his lips after he asks.
“You want to taste me now?”
I’m waiting for the usual, shy, uncomfortable Lance, but he doesn’t pull his gaze away, just looks me directly in the eyes and says, “Yes.”
It’s as though he doesn’t want me to doubt how much he wants this, and if there was any question about whether or not I could get harder, my cock swells even more. I hurry to undo my fly, and by the time I’ve tugged down my pants, Lance is on his knees, crawling toward me.
“Look who’s eager for it.”
“Hey, it’s my turn now,” he says, gripping my shaft and offering a stroke that relieves some of the tension I’ve worked up while I was fingering him.
He studies my cock as though there’s still some debate if he’s willing to take this next step, and I’m about to assure him he doesn’t have to when he goes right for it, slipping the head into his mouth.
I can’t stifle my moan as I roll my head back, surprised by how quickly he slips more of me into his mouth, exploring me with his tongue.
“You have no fucking idea how good that feels right now,” I confess as he takes me deeper.
I rest my hand on the back of his head, massaging with my thumb as he continues working me up when he takes me to the base.
After enjoying a deeply satisfying breath, I ask, “You trying to have fun or compete with me?”
He pulls off, glancing up long enough to say, “Maybe a bit of both,” before getting right back to it.
17
Lance
After the pleasureTy showed me, the sensations that pooled through my body as he worked my prostate, I’m determined to show him a good time. Between sucking me off and sticking his fingers up my ass, I’m definitely feeling like I need to up my game.
I give him a few more pumps, noticing the way his cock throbs and stiffens when I make certain movements. I can tell why he was so damn good at blowing me. It’s easier to get a sense of what works when it’s in my mouth and grip. The familiar taste of his precum pushes into my mouth, setting off something in me, making me speed up.
“Seriously,” Ty says. “I’m gonna come if you keep that up. Lance…Lance…”
I slide my lips off his dick, still stroking, “Give it to me.”
I barely have the words out when I feel a warm rush against my lips. In a panic, I hurry back onto his cock, taking it into my mouth. A part of me feared I might have missed my opportunity, but the burst that releases onto my tongue assures me that isn’t the case. My muscles relax, my mouth sliding down to the base of his cock as I swipe my tongue around to make sure I get every drop of him. It’s like I’ve been starving and had my first meal in days—I’m blissed out, reveling in having his cock buried in my mouth, swallowing him down.There are thoughts about how I could have gone from being straight to this moment, but I’m too obsessed with Ty’s cock to give any fucks.