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I figured my dick was doing a good enough job confirming that without me having to say it aloud.

“Shit.”I gasped one of the few words remaining in my vocabulary as my orgasm surged to the foreground so suddenly it staggered me. I shook my head fervently so Jesse would slow down.

“Face me fully,” he murmured.

I scrambled to comply, taking over the filming when he indicated the phone with a nudge of his chin.

Sighing with what seemed like relief, Jesse squeezed the bulge in his jeans. “It’s about to get really fun. You ready?”

“Uh, will there be balloon animals? What kind of fun are we talking here?” It was already fun, if by fun he meant the kind of pleasure that made my knees weak and severed the link between higher consciousness and primal consciousness. I was a little concerned about staying upright if there was more to come, and we were definitely off script now, but I couldn’t make myself care. I was intrigued, especially by the knowing gleam in his eyes I didn’t think I’d ever seen aimed my way. Or at anyone, really. It was like witnessing a different, wilder side of Jesse.

And I really fucking liked it.

Jesse put a finger to his lips, the glint in his eyes shading into mischievous territory as he reached lower and took my balls in his hand. He gave them a firm tug before circling his thumb around them at the same time he wrapped his fist around my crown and did something with his fingers that made my mouth drop open and my eyelids flutter as pleasure rocketed through me.

I made a sound I’d never made before, some kind of cross between a grunt and a howl that probably closely replicated what was issued by the first man to discover fire.

Jesse wasn’t even doing the standard up-and-down jerk anymore. No, somehow it was a multidimensional assault of pleasure from all sides.

“Oh god.”

My hips swiveled trying to keep up with it, and when Jesse spoke in a soft, cajoling coo, “Shhhh, relax and just let me”—which I was pretty surehadbeen in the script but sounded exponentially hotter in the heat of the moment—I lost it.

It took all my reserves to keep one hand gripping the phone.

“Fuck. Oh fuck.”I meant to grab the towel bar with my other hand but ended up digging my fingers into Jesse’s shoulder instead as I blew apart in hot, thick spurts that nailed my chest and ran over his knuckles like a lava flow.

Jesse tightened his grip on my balls and stroked me from base to tip in long, slow pulls until I was utterly and completely spent. All that was left were a few twitches and shudders as Jesse wrung every last drop of ecstasy from that orgasm.

“Holy…hell,” I panted. The urge to return the favor was overwhelming, and I figured the orgasm must have knocked me a little delirious. But I didn’t question it; I went with it.

I stepped out of the tub, dripping all over the floor as I reached for the waistband of Jesse’s pants. He shot a look askance at me but let me haul his pants down to his thighs.

When he took the camera from my hand, I hesitated.

“You’re sure you want to?” The skepticism in his expression only strengthened my determination to give him even a sliver of what he’d just given me.

I nodded and swiped my hand through the mess on my abs. I wasn’t about to have my dry jerk skills judged by a supposed master, and after his recent performance, I had zero doubts about his claims or any future ones. That was easily the best hand job I’d ever received in my life.

I passed my hand lightly, ineffectively over his shaft, which made me look like I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. Getting ahold of myself and focusing, I squeezed my fingers around him. I was a pretty big dude, and while Jesse wasn’t a small guy in the dick department, my hand enveloped his cock like an oversized glove.

He let me take the phone back and then shuddered as the heat of my palm met the warmth of his skin.

A tiny thrust of his hips made the skin of his shaft slide deliciously in my grip. He bit down on his lower lip as he moaned. “That’s it.Fuck.”

“I want it to feel good for you.” I thought that had been in our script somewhere. One of Jesse’s lines, maybe. Guess I’d stolen it, but I meant it. Part of it was some weird sense of tit for tat, and part of it was sheer curiosity mixed with competitive spirit over whether I’d be any good at getting him off.

“It does. It really fucking does. It feels so good just like that. Your hand is so fuckingbig.” Jesse sucked in a breath as I sped up the tempo, placing one hand on my waist. He rested his forehead against my collarbone for a beat as he gave another little press of his hips, then straightened. “Right now you could exhale six feet away from me and I’d probably bust.Oh god, just…”

I took that to meanplease continue. I was good at endurance after all, so I kept the pace steady, the pressure exact, the camera in my hand as immobile as I could while he started to go wild.

Was I supposed to be filming him? Who fucking cared.

My nerve endings buzzed with leftover adrenaline from busting a load along with the newfound zing of electricity at pushing Jesse closer to the edge. The erotic juggling act between the camera and his dick got tougher to maintain, but I didn’t want to give up either. On a whim, I let go of him, slicked my hand over the mess on my stomach again, and returned, sandwiching his hard rod between my hand and my slick, soft cock.

Once again, I’d underestimated the impact this would have on me because suddenly it wasn’t just the alien sensation of another guy’s dick in my hand. Now it was pressed against me, sliding against my own, hot and slippery. Jesse’s fingertips dug into my shoulders with every practiced roll of his hips, his panting breaths mingling with mine. Briefly, his temple brushed along my jaw, and I had this crazy idea that he might turn his head and kiss me. I would’ve done it, too.

Instead, a second later, Jesse let his head fall back, a sultry curse falling from his lips as he gave himself over to the moment and pumped against me furiously. He managed to shove his shirt up higher just before he spattered his chest in an echo of my earlier orgasm.