Chapter 11 #3
“I want to make us both feel good. Together. I want to seek mutual pleasure with you as my equal. With your permission, I’ll reach into your short trousers, wrap my fist around your cock, then stretch my foreskin over the smooth glands that make up the head.”
At the mental image his words conjure, I groan.
“Would you like that, champ?” he pushes. “Because I think I would like it very much.”
I gulp, but I don’t have the courage to answer. I’ve never done this before. I want it, I want him, and yet I’m trembling with nerves.
As if sensing exactly what’s holding me back, Spence squeezes me gently, then ghosts his lips over my ear once more.
“You are worthy, Levi. I see you. I respect you. You need to see yourself that way as well in order for this to work. I’m at your mercy. I won’t move another inch until you give me consent. Say yes for me, champ.”
“Yes,” I grit out, shoving down my shorts and exposing myself to him.
“Bloody hell.” With one look at my angry, pulsing cock, he whips off his towel and lets it fall to the floor.
The breath leaves my lungs as Spence tugs on his length, then lines up the slit of his slick penis with mine.
“I’m already leaking for you. Look how intensely you affect me.”
On contact, I moan, and my hips piston forward of their own volition, desperate for more.
“Easy,” Spence advises. “Breathe for me, champ. You have to be still while I line us up.”
I shakily nod and force oxygen into my system, unable to tear my attention away from the sight of our cocks nudging and bumping at the tips.
Spence hisses as he pulls on himself, gathering enough foreskin to cover his glands and encase me as well. “Fuck. You’re stretching me so beautifully, champ. Look at the way we fit together.”
Look? I don’t think I could blink if I tried.
His dark, velvety foreskin is pulled taut over my aching cock. But he doesn’t stop there. He keeps working it farther along my shaft, stretching himself to cover as much of me as possible.
“Last look,” he teases.
That comment finally breaks my focus. Lifting my gaze to his face, I frown, confused.
“I have to hold us together to make this work.” With one large hand, he encircles the place we’re joined.
My knees threaten to buckle as he adjusts his tight grip over the heads of our dicks.
“Ready?” he asks, his voice the shaky one this time.
I search his face, drink in the way his pupils are blown out and his gaze is focused on the union of our cocks.
“Ready,” I tell him confidently. “Make me feel good, Spence.”
He gives a tentative stroke. Warmth surrounds my length, then exquisite tightness leaves me lightheaded when he pulls away.
“Fuck,” he hisses as I grit out a “fuck yeah.”
It’s the most sensitive, stimulating sensation: wet and wanton, intimate, and deeply deprived.
Our cocks kiss and stroke each other in a beautiful dance, guided by the grip of Spence’s hand.
Every pulse of his head spurs me on. Every nudge of my tip against his inspires a physical reply that leaves me weak in the knees.
We are joined. We are equals. When one of us moves, we both benefit. When one of us takes, we both gain.
On the next stroke, Spence slams his free hand against the door near my head. His chest heaves with exertion, and a moan rumbles from deep within him before escaping as a roar. His upper body trembles as if he can’t hold himself upright and jack us off at the same time.
“Whoa. Easy.” I wrap one arm around his back, supporting some of his weight.
Wild eyes lift and search my face, so full of need. He’s just as engrossed in this moment as I am.
“I’ve got you.” I lean in until my lips brush against his.
It’s our first kiss.
The sweetest, simplest gesture, offered in reassurance and paired with the most erotic, intoxicating sexual experience of my life.
Pulling back, he mindlessly brings his fingertips to his lips. “Thank you,” he murmurs. On a long exhale, he angles in farther, letting me support more of his weight. With his forehead pressed into the top of my shoulder, he ruts against me and resumes his mission, jerking our cocks in unison.
“Bloody hell, champ. I didn’t expect it to feel like this.”
That makes two of us. The fire he sparked inside me erupts, warming my core as flames lick up my spine.
“I’m going to jerk us hard and fast now. Are you ready for me?”
“So ready,” I pant, balling my free hand into a fist as I cling to his low back and hold on like my life depends on it.
Without hesitation, Spence pulls on our lengths in quick, rapid succession. Every tug feels incredible enough to send me into the abyss, but the blaze he’s stoking inside me just keeps building as our cocks fuse together from the friction.
“I’m close,” Spence grunts into my ear.
Thank fuck. My control is practically nonexistent.
“Get ready, champ. First, our cum will seep into the sanctuary I’ve made for us. Then I’ll release my hand, and we’ll stay united as we glide together in our combined release.”
Spurred on by his exquisite, detailed dirty talk, hot flames of arousal shoot up my legs and spasm low in my core. “Fuck. Coming.” The words have barely passed my lips before the first wave of pleasure rips through me.
“Me, too. Come with me, champ. Come with me as my equal.”
He releases us, as promised, then wraps his arms around my neck and lets me hold him. We stand like that together, panting, reveling in the unexpected intensity of the experience we just shared.
Together. As equals.