Page 45 of Dance of Defiance

I hesitate, my fingers twitching. Val squeezes my dick, making me groan and whimper.

Slowly, my hand reaches for him.

It’s such an alien feeling, wrapping my hand around another man’s cock for the first time. It’s so like mine and yet…not. Theveins run in different patterns. The head is a slightly darker purple. He’s a little thicker…

And holy fuck, touching him makes me comealive.

I start to stroke, and Val groans deep in his throat before his mouth crushes to mine again.

“Fuck yes,” he rasps. “Jerk it like it’s your own, the way you’d like it.”

I shiver, stroking him a little faster and tightening my grip as he does the same to me.

“Good boy,” Val purrs. “Come on, wreckage, jerk my big fucking cock while I stroke you off. Pump that fat dick while I make your balls tighten up for me.”

Whatever last shreds of sanity I had left crumble to dust. I slam my mouth to his, devouring his tongue and moaning shamelessly into his lips. My one hand pumps his cock while the other somehow finds itself cupping his face and sliding up into his hair. Val moans deeply, jerking me faster and grabbing my jaw as if to swallow me whole.

We start to pump harder, both shaking and quivering. I’m dimly aware of him half ripping, half yanking my shirt off before our bodies slam together again: hard chest to hard chest, abs flexing against each other and trapping our cocks and our hands between us. The sweat, steam, and precum make us slippery and wet, and I can feel myself start to teeter on the edge.

“Val—” I choke, my body starting to shake in ways I never have, my toes curling against the wooden floor.

“Don’t fight it, wreckage. Come for me. I want to feel that big dick pump your hot cum all over my fucking cock. Fucking let go, motherfucker. Let go andmake a fucking mess for me.”

I try to fight it. I really do. But between the demanding tone in his voice and the feel of his strong hand stroking me so fucking perfectly…

I lose the fight.

Hard.

With a gasp, I moan desperately into his mouth, kissing him fiercely as my balls draw up tight and my cock begins to violently twitch and pulse. Hot ropes of cum explode from my swollen head, splattering all over my abs and his, dripping down over our dicks and hands.

“Fuck, that’s fucking hot,” Val groans just as his dick twitches in my hand.

Suddenly, he’s coming.

I made him come.

I crush my mouth to his, kissing him deeply, pumping his cock up and down, his cum and mine mixed together all over his fat dick. I keep jerking him until he finally chokes and pulls away, his hand wrapping around mine to slow it.

“Holy fuck,” he hisses, panting as heavily as I am before he looks up at me. Our eyes lock, and suddenly, he’s pinning me to the wall and kissing me like he wants to eat me alive.

Gradually, I realize his mouth is moving—licking and nibbling and sucking down to the corner of my mouth, then my jawline.

Then my neck.

He kisses and bites and licks his way down my chest, making my pulse skip, swirling his tongue around one of my nipples.

He keeps going. I don’t realize what’s happening until Val suddenly drops to his knees.

“Wait, what are you?—”

“This.”

I’m still hard as steel when his hot mouth wraps around my head without warning. And as he slowly sinks down my shaft, swallowing half of my dick in one go, and raises his eyes to mine…

I have no control left whatsoever.

It’s like pulling a trigger. I’m barely in his mouth for twenty seconds, his tongue swirling over the underside, before I’m coming all over again.