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I pulled his mouth back to mine before slipping my hands below the blankets.

Turnabout's fair play. I scraped my thumbnail over his nipple while pulling his long, thick cock from the slit in his boxers, groaning into the kiss at how wet the head was.

Matching his pace, I continued to kiss him, swallowing down the sounds he made while he devoured mine.

I panted for breath, chasing my orgasm while I forced him to keep up.

This was all dangerous.

Uncharted for someone like me.

Being with Thierry felt right. Like we were meant to be, even if this was the only time we’d ever be intimate together.

I palmed his ass, pulling him closer to me so his legs were on either side of my waist and his dick rubbed against mine.

We both gasped, clinging to each other while our tips slid over each other, adding more precum to the mix.

I stared into Thierry’s gray eyes, clear and bright, and tumbled into him.

“Here,” he said, “like this.” He lined both of our cocks up then wrapped his fist around us. The first stroke had my ass clenching, feeling as though I could shoot at any second. The second had been better than the first as I sank into the miasma of pleasure, pulling us under.

“Holy shit,” I muttered, my brain disengaging. “Fuck.”

“Just wait until I can get my mouth on you,” Thierry replied, adding another level of bliss to the moment.

“Don’t talk like that,” I pleaded, snapping my eyes closed as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over me. “You keep saying those things, and I’ll nut.”

He chuckled, kissing a path across my jaw and down my neck. “You sound like you’re still sixteen.”

A smile floated across my lips as a rumbled laugh filled my throat. “The way you’re jerking us off, makes me feel like I am.”

I rubbed our tips with the palm of my hand then cursed. I shouldn’t have done that, it felt too good, and Thierry made this throaty whiny sound, pushing harder against my dick. “I’m so goddamned sensitive.”

I did it again, rubbing my palm over our tips, prepared this time for how good it would feel before lowering my hand to our balls.

Both of us were drawn up and hard, waiting for the moment to shoot.

The rough skin stroked across my palm as I manipulated both of us.

Thierry sucked in a breath and looked down, watching me tease us.

“For not knowing what you’re doing,” he said with a flirty tone, “you sure do have me close to covering your dick in cum.”

“Naughty,” I joked.

He laughed then sucked in a breath as I squeezed his sac the way I liked doing to myself. “You also don’t play fair.”

“Never promised I would,” I replied, groaning as he played with my slit with the pad of his thumb.

“I want to fuck you, Thierry. I want to know what it feels like, even if it’s only once.” The words tumbled from me. I could blame the fact so much pleasure bombarded my system, I short-circuited and couldn’t control what I said. However, that would be a lie.

“Of all the times not to have lube,” he muttered, his cheeks, chest and throat all the same shade of pink. “I’d let you. I’m so fucking turned on.”

So was I.

We continued to fuck his palm. When I retreated, he pushed forward adding another layer of stimulation.

My breath left me in soft pants. My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest. The blunt tips of his fingernails dug into my shoulder adding to the moment.

A shudder worked through me, and I could feel the tingle of my impending climax spreading through my belly and into my balls.

“Gonna cum,” I grunted eager for that first second when I climaxed, and everything melted away. Only this time, I was taking Thierry with me.

“Same,” he answered on a pant. “Oh fuck. Oh shit.” The harsh, deep groan he let loose with, tugged me over the edge.

My cock jerked in his hand while his did the same.

Warmth covered my shaft while I continued to throb through my orgasm.

It felt so good, but at the same time, not enough.

I wanted to do more, but what more entailed and if Thierry was being honest about wanting to have sex with me too, depended on him.

Right now, I savored every second of this uncomplicated moment.

Thierry raised his hand. White cum slid down his fingers. He licked a finger clean then groaned. The imagery was hot. My dick gave an appreciative jerk, staying hard. Then he painted my bottom lip with our combined releases.

“Taste us.”

This was a deeper connection than just jerking each other off.

He watched me, waiting, I supposed, for a sign showing whether I was serious or just using him.

I ran my tongue over my bottom lip gathering up our releases on my tongue.

A moan filled my throat. It wasn’t awful, just different.

Salty with a spicy uniqueness. I licked my bottom lip again, uncaring of who knew what I was doing.

“Thank you, Pope,” Thierry whispered. “That was amazing.”

“Yes, it was.” I grinned. “You’re welcome and thank you for trusting me.”