Chapter 5
Lindsey
Dane's cock slid slowly through my fist. He groaned as his tip mushroomed up through my fist, his length sprouting up and up as my fist slid down and down.
This was irresponsible. Foolish. Hot as fuck.
I can't seem to stop myself—mainly because I wasn’t trying. I should have known we couldn't just mutually masturbate—our chemistry is too fucking real for that.
It was difficult enough keeping my ass on the bed beside him instead of slapping against his belly as I rode him. Which is what I really wanted to do—I could almost feel his huge, hard, hot cock inside me.
Fuck.
I'd have to settle for giving him a handy, because if we had sex right now, this already-complicated situation would get even more complicated. Shit, what we're doing right now is going to complicate an already complicated situation.
Not that I was about to stop—no way. Not when I had Dane's lovely penis in my hand, oozing precum as I stroked his improbable length and unlikely girth.
The man was hung. And listen, I'm no size queen.
I've had guys with relatively small dicks give it to me good, and men with monster dongs perform poorly.
It really is about the individual. But Dane?
He had both—size and technique. And the size?
Oooohhhh lordy, any bigger in length or girth and he'd be too big; he had a slight emphasis on girth, which was preferable.
He groaned again, arching his back as I gave him a few short, shallow pumps at the base. God, I really wanted him inside me. It'd be so easy. Swing a leg over his waist and boop, I'd be a happy girl, getting dicked down by Dane Badd.
I focused—exercising self-control for once in my life. Twisted my fist around his plump cockhead, smearing precum over the round tip with my thumb. He growled, a soft, quiet hiss in the back of his throat, flexing his ass muscles to push his cock into my hand.
I slid my palm away from his mouth, gazed at his lips, remembering the way he kissed me on my balcony. My god, he can kiss.
Fuck it.
I draped myself over him, clutching and stroking his cock with one hand and his balls with the other, and I kissed him.
Like the dumb, irresponsible, horny-ass ho that I am, I kissed him: all tongue, no chill.
He groaned into my mouth and clasped the back of my head, dug his fingers through my hair, swept his tongue through my mouth, and clamped a hand on my ass cheek.
Fuck, this is dangerous.
I was this close to hopping on that dick.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I wriggled higher so he could get a better grip on my ass, which he seemed to be somewhat obsessed with—and lemme tell ya, that's a damned nice feeling.
I shoved my tongue into his mouth and pumped his cock faster, harder, palming his balls, massaging them, teasing and tickling them with my fingertips.
He broke the kiss with a moan, head tipping back as he thrusted into my hand.
"Fuck, Linz," he snarled. "I'm close."
I slid my finger along his taint, pressed my finger into it, massaged, and dared further toward his asshole.
"Linz?" he questioned. "Whatcha doin’?”
"Anyone ever do this?" I asked.
"No."
"Never had your prostate milked?"
“No?"
"Say yes, Dane. You'll like it, I promise."
I slowed my strokes, pressing my finger against him a little more firmly, waiting for his consent—this wasn't something you just sprung on a guy.
"Linz…"
"Trust me?"
Yes, I'm all too aware of the cruel irony of me asking him to trust me.
"Yes." He whispered it.
"Yeah?" I asked, excited—for him.
I don't do this almost ever, because again, it's something most guys I've hooked up with balk at for obvious reasons. But Dane is different. He didn't just allow me to use my special friend; he used it on me. He's open-minded and willing to play. To experiment.
Fuck, this is bad.
Stupid. So, so stupid.
I'm just confusing myself.
But I can't stop. I don't want to stop. I want to make him come so hard he forgets his own name. After all, he just made me come three times in less than five minutes, and each orgasm was more intense than the last one, and by the end, I was seeing stars and actually sobbing.
So yeah.
I'm gonna give the guy a handjob for the ages.
Including a little light fingering of his prostate.
I dripped a little saliva onto my fingers and smeared it over him, pressing my fingertip against the opening.
I caressed his cock with slow, loose strokes, applying a little more pressure to his asshole with each stroke.
Within a few seconds of this, he was arched off the bed, hands fisted in the quilt as he alternated between arching up and dropping down to thrust into my hand, groaning and growling all the while.
I wasn't even inserted. Just you wait, big boy…you're gonna love this.
I think.
Now, to be clear, prostate milking is a whole actual thing, and a very specific thing, and what I was doing to Dane wasn't really that. I was just playing with his back door a little while giving him a handy. Still, I had it on good authority that this greatly increases the intensity of his climax.
He seemed to agree, based on the way he was reacting—eyes screwed shut, jaw clenched, gasping raggedly and shaking all over as he bucked into my hand, desperately riding the edge of orgasm.
Now for the really fun part.
I circled his cock at the base with my index finger and then squeezed—hard. He grunted, doing an ab crunch to give me a what the fuck look—which is when I slid my fingertip inside him, just a hint.
Enough that he shouted: "Oh—FUCK!"
“Yeah?" I murmured. "You like that?"
"I…I don't—Oh fuck, oh god. Maybe? I think?" He was squirming and writhing helplessly, like a worm on a hook. "Oh fuck—I need to come, Linz."
"Oh, honey-boy, you will. And I expect you to scream my name when you do."
I loosened my grip on his cock a little and he gasped when I gave him one slow caress of his pulsing hot length, the gasp becoming a ragged groan as I gripped him tightly once more and wiggled my fingertip a little further in. He tensed all over.
I leaned toward him, whispered in his ear. "You gotta relax, Dane. I won’t hurt you, I promise."
"It's…fuck. It's just…a little…weird," he panted through gritted teeth.
I pulsed my grip around his cock while simultaneously pulsing my finger further in, millimeter by millimeter. "Breathe, Dane. Relax. Breathe and relax."
To his credit, he listened. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs, and then let it out slowly while consciously relaxing his muscles.
Bit by bit, his body unclenched—toes uncurled, thighs unbunched, abs went slack…
and his asshole loosened, allowing me a little deeper, up to the first knuckle.
His cock jumped as I curled my finger inside him, pressing against his taint from the inside.
"Linz!" he shouted. "FUCK!"
"Yeah?" I crooned. "Now you get it?"
"Yes!" he rasped, his voice hoarse and ragged. "Please, please let me come."
I squeezed his cock tighter while rhythmically pulsing my finger in and out—not really moving very far, just giving the impression of it.
Enough to stimulate him for his first time.
I felt him throb in my hand, his cock swelling as he reached the point of no return, his abs tightening and relaxing as he tried to thrust.
His eyes flew open and met mine. "Linz—fuck, please. I'm begging. I can't—I have to—fuck, please. Please. I'm literally begging."
I grinned as I squeezed his root once more, pulsing my finger a little deeper and pressing against his prostate.
His groan started loud and quickly turned gravelly and raw as his desperation mounted, every muscle now tensed all over again as his body tried to release but couldn't, prevented by my grip.
“Ready, Dane?" I whispered, ghosting my lips against his. “Open your eyes, big boy, and watch this."
His eyes snapped open and he glanced at me first, his gaze fraught with emotions I refused to acknowledge or name. "Linz—Jesus. I—oh god, oh god!" A gasping, writhing arch of his body. “Lindsey....”
I released my grip at that exact moment when he whispered my name.
His whole body bucked upward as his climax blasted through him, starting with a tightening and pulsing of his taut, soft ball sack, followed by an isometric clenching of his muscles from head to toe.
His teeth clenched so hard I saw his jaw ticking—I could swear I heard his molars creak under the strain of his clenching.
I watched his beautiful, hard, shredded body writhe and flex, watched his gorgeous, rugged face go through a myriad of emotions.
And then…I pumped his cock. Hard and fast, merciless and rough.
I spat into my hand and coated his thick shaft with nature's lubricant, and now my fist slid easily slick on his cock and he arched, jaw open, eyes fluttering as he tried to watch, fighting his body's natural inclination to shut his eyes.
"Watch, Dane," I whispered. "Now. Come for me, big boy. Gimme all your cum."
Groaning raggedly, he obeyed me like a good boy. Furiously pumping his cock, I pulsed my finger inside him, felt him grip my finger as he tensed tighter yet, his whole body locked in a paroxysm of release.
A hot ribbon of cum jetted out of him, laying in a thick white stripe over his belly—he came with such force that it splashed over his diaphragm and onto his chest. "Linz!" he shouted, his voice raw and wild. "Lindsey!"
"Yeah, baby," I whispered in his ear, pumping his cock as fast as my hand would move, blurring up and down on his shaft. "Who's making you come so fucking hard?"
"You are," he growled. "Lindsey! Oh fuck, Linz. Linz!"
"Yes," I hissed, smearing my fist around his head as he shot another load of cum through my fingers, smearing his own hot, viscous cum over his shaft. “Good boy. This is my cock."
Jesus, what's wrong with me? Why would I say that? Fuck, I'm so screwed.