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“That’s it,” he says, as he keeps on fucking me and the tears start to prick in my eyes. My asshole flutters with the warning sensations of a climax ahead. “You’re almost there. Show me, baby. Show me how good this feels. Let me see.”
I can’t pry my eyes open to return his gaze, but I feel his awareness of my every reaction, the intense rush of what he’s doing to me echoing in his voice and strength, and I let him see everything I’m feeling. I let him see me crumble as he works the nubby sleeve over my prostate. I feel my cock shrink as my asshole becomes my focus, and Dan touches the crown lightly asking, “This good or bad?”
“Good,” I cry out. I can’t reply with more words, so I just squeeze him closer with my arms and urge him to keep fucking me. I wrap my legs around his hips, and I climax—nipples tight, soft cock shaking, and my asshole quivering as I gyrate and convulse on his cock.
Suddenly, he pulls away and out of me, and I’m left gaping and cold for a second, until he sinks down and pulls my cock into his mouth. I run my fingers through his curly hair, taking the break he’s giving me and enjoying the way my dick plumps up in his mouth again. Then, just as I’m starting to feel like I could shoot, he pulls away and tests my hole to see if it needs more lube. It must be okay, because when he pushes back into me, I take him in easily.
“That’s good,” he encourages me, as the nubs rock my world again. “Just breathe. Let it happen.”
But breathing is impossible when he starts really thrusting, and as the intensity mounts higher and higher, I see why the salesman’s co-worker’s boyfriend isn’t into this at all. It’sa lot. And I’m about to ask for another break when I feel a stirring deep in my pelvis, and I know…
I’ve had this happen before.
It’s going to be big, though, and I go still, trying to catch the feeling the way I’m catching Dan’s cock, and then it comes. Pulsing, shaking, back-bowing, and long-lasting, I fall apart as I climax and come at the same time. My cock goes painfully rigid as my asshole clenches, and I almost black out as Dan presses back in one more time. Shattering pleasure washes over me and pumps out of my dick in hard, strong spurts.
“Fuck,” Dan says, pushing forward to kiss me through the orgasm. “Oh, baby, fuck, fuck,fuck.”
That’s when I realize he’s coming too. I feel him jolt against me, and he cries out with the pleasure-pain of releasing a long-denied orgasm. I’ve never heard him be so loud when coming,and I want to ask him if it’s good or too much, but then he pulls out of me. That nubby bit goesboom-boom-boomover my now insanely-sensitive prostate, and I shout. Not in a good way.
“Sorry, sorry,” Dan says as tremors still wrack him.
“S’okay.”
He stares down at his dick for a second and then looks up at me. “You’re amazing,” he says, and then reaches to wipe my wet cheeks. I hadn’t even realized I was crying again. I do it so often when we fuck that Dan generally acts like it’s completely normal, and so I don’t think too much about it anymore.
He collapses down on top of me, and I hold him close, feeling the pounding of his heart against my chest, and our sweat and semen-slick skin glides together. “Was it worth what you paid for it?” he asks.
I choke out a laugh and kiss his soft hair. I don’t even bother answering. He knows.
We both do.
Being with Dan like this is worth any price.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Dan
2 weeks until free solo attempt
“Celli’s not cheatingon you, Gage,” Sejin says into the phone as I drive us in the van down CA-247 toward Park Road and Joshua Tree.
Sejin’s got his bare feet kicked up on the dashboard, and his long hair is buffeting about in the wind from the open windows. We’ve been listening to a Spotify playlist he’s created especially for our trip, and it still plays in cheerful undertones as he talks his co-worker down from some interpersonal ledge he’s gotten himself out on.
“How do I know? Because she’s crazy about you? Maybe that?” He huffs and pops a Flaming Hot Cheeto into his mouth and then licks his orange-coated fingers. “Did you ask her? No? Then just ask her.”
He blows a raspberry as I maneuver around a particularly slow-moving truck. “Use your words like a big boy. Look, I have to go. I’m in the middle of something.” He chuckles. “What am I in the middle of?My weekend off.”
Sejin ends the call after thanking Gage for watching the cats for us and offering him a few more reassuring sentences and insistences that Gage give Celli a call if he’s so worried. He sets the phone to Do Not Disturb and grins at me. “Children, am I right?”
“What’s he worried about Celli for?”
“She’s in Vegas with some girlfriends, and he’s worried she’s going to hook up with someone there or something boneheaded. I don’t know. He’s being an idiot.”
“Haven’t they agreed to be monogamous?”
“Probably.”
“Then he shouldn’t worry.”