Page 49 of The Last One to Let You Down

“Tom,” Cypress cut in. “It’s okay.”

“Okay,” Tom breathed, letting his legs fall apart. He reached beneath himself to get at his hole, slowly rubbing the lube around in little circles. “At first… I would… uh…”

“Come on,” Cypress urged. “You can tell me.”

“I would suck my fingers in my mouth while I jerked off,” Tom said quickly, his cheeks on fire from the lewd confession. He took a deep breath, continuing to rub his hole. “I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock… in my mouth.”

“You look beautiful when you’re sucking me,” Cypress said smoothly. “I love your mouth.”

“Mmm…” Tom finally pressed the tip of one finger inside of himself, moving in short little thrusts. “I thought about you spanking me… a lot… like, spanking me and jerking me off…”

“Definitely something we can do if you’d like,” Cypress said, easing himself closer so he could rub Tom’s thigh. “You like being spanked, hmm?”

“Yes, fuck, so much,” Tom panted, pushing his finger in deeper. It was almost too fast, but he was impatient and horny.

“Did you think about me fucking you?” Cypress squeezed Tom’s balls and gave them a tug. He massaged them gently, his eyes focused down where Tom was fingering himself.

“Yes.” Tom added a second finger, fucking his hole in earnest as Cypress continued to play with his balls. They felt so tight that it would have been easy to come, and he rocked down on his hand. “Thought about you… taking me fast… like on the counter at your shop…”

“Would you have liked that?” Cypress’s fingers ghosted up the shaft of Tom’s dick. “To get fucked right there?”

“Yes.” Tom watched Cypress playing with his cock, twirling his fingers in the glassy pre-come leaking out. He kept fucking himself, the sounds of his fingers moving in and out wet and absolutely sinful.

“Getting close, aren’t you?” Cypress teased, wrapping his hand around Tom’s cock but not squeezing down hard enough to give him any real friction.

“God, yes… please…” Tom could feel it, almost taste it, struggling to buck up into Cypress’s hand. He was pounding his hole, his thighs shaking, and he gritted his teeth as he started to tip right over—

“Stop,” Cypress commanded, grabbing Tom’s wrist and squeezing the base of his cock so hard it hurt.

“Ahhh, but, but—! Mmmph!” Tom moaned in frustration, his ribs shuddering from the force of his heartbeat. He’d beenrightthere and being denied made him want to weep.

“I didn’t say you could come yet,” Cypress reminded him, letting him go and smacking his inner thigh. “Not until I do.”

Tom yelped from the slap, whining loudly. He nodded, trying to think clearly through the pounding in his head. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry. Fuck, it just felt so good.”

“I know it did.” Cypress sat up, pulling off his sweater and the undershirt beneath it.

Although Tom was disappointed that he wasn’t able to come, watching Cypress strip was a happy compromise. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from all that gorgeous brown skin and thick, powerful muscles.

Even his cock was beautiful to behold, eight inches or more and so very thick, its swollen head peeking out from the foreskin and making Tom drool.

He wanted to touch Cypress all over, but he didn’t know if he could.

Did he need permission for that?

“Can I…” Tom was sitting up, still opening gawking.

“Can you what?” Cypress asked. “Use your words, Tom.”

“God, can I please touch you?”

“Wherever you’d like,” Cypress replied with a smile, crawling back up the bed to kiss him. “Mm, you’ve been such a good boy… go on. Touch me.”

Tom’s hands went right for Cypress’s chest, dragging through the swirls of hair and grazing over his nipples. He loved the contrast of their skin as he explored Cypress’s body, and he couldn’t stop touching him. He felt his shoulders, the bulge of his biceps, moaning as Cypress urged him onto his back with another kiss.

Cypress was such a good kisser. Just the right amount of tongue and little nips of teeth, hot and slow and sure to make Tom’s brain implode. He groaned when their cocks rubbed together, and he let his hands slide over Cypress’s hips to grab a firm handful of his ass, encouraging him to grind down.

“Eager, are we?” Cypress chuckled.