44. Dylan #2
He blinks at me, eyes cloudy with desire. I swipe my thumb over the tip of his cock, and he shivers.
“Tell me,” I say.
He licks his lips, and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I’m turned on.”
“How turned on?”
He bites down on his lower lip. “It aches.”
I take the head of his cock in my hand and massage the tip between my fingers.
The cords in his neck strain, but his eyes never leave mine.
I gently pull his dick away from his body and then let it go, so it bounces against his abdomen.
He lets out a garbled moan, and his breathing comes in sharp pants.
The skin of his cock is so soft—a direct contrast to how hard he is in the palm of my hand. He pushes his hips up, forcing his cock farther into my hand. I rake the fingertips of my other hand over his chest and torso and drop kisses just below his navel.
His fingers tighten even more in my hair.
He shivers again, and goose bumps appear all over his skin when I blow on the wet tip of his dick.
“Dylan,” he pants, muscles straining.
With my name on his lips and in my ears, I suck him into my mouth. I swirl my tongue over the slit, and I’m rewarded with a spurt of precum.
A moan escapes me at the taste.
He bucks his hips to go deeper, and I relax my throat. I groan around him, and he echoes that groan with his own. He gives another experimental push into my throat and quickly pulls out. Then he quivers and stays very still, as if he’s waiting for my permission.
It’s cute.
I grab his hips and yank him forward. He sinks deep into my mouth, and I force myself to swallow.
The fucking result…
He lets out something that can only be described as a howl of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he pants. “Fuck, fuck, fu?—”
That last fuck is cut off when I swallow again.
He loses it after that. His hands are in my hair, his cock is deep in my mouth, and he keeps slamming his hips up, thrusting deeper and deeper until my eyes water. I take him in with enthusiasm bordering on abandon.
We’re both grunting and panting.
I love him.
I love him so fucking much.
It scares the shit out of me.
I go down on him with something like worship, savoring every sound he makes, every movement of his body.
My cock throbs with every low moan that leaves Adrian’s throat.
His body grows tighter and tighter, muscles straining and flexing.
I cup his balls and roll them between my fingers as I take him so deep I gag.
“S-s-sorry,” he slurs, like he’s drunk, but even then, his hips start pushing up faster. “Dyl,” he rasps.
He’s holding on to my hair like it’s the only thing keeping him on the ground and pushing my head down while snapping his hips up.
He comes with a harsh shout, his cock pulsing in my mouth. Hot cum hits the back of my throat, and I scramble to swallow it all. The taste is pure Adrian, and I take it all while he quivers and shakes beneath me.
I suck him until he softens in my mouth.
My heart is beating wildly in my chest as I make my way up his body and straddle him.
I take my cock in my hand.
Adrian’s gaze is hazy with the remnants of his orgasm as he watches me.
My hand is shaking too, when I start jacking myself. There’s nothing leisurely or slow about it. I’m stealing again. Pushing the boundaries of what might be okay for him.
“Please,” I say, but nothing else comes out.
Please let me. Please don’t stop me.
His eyes are huge, and they shine in the light of the setting sun as he bites down on his lip for a moment before he reaches out and bats my hand away.
I stare at him in confusion for a moment, but then his long fingers wrap around my aching cock, and he starts moving them up and down.
The dry friction is almost unbearable on my sensitive skin before he takes his hand away for a moment to lick his palm.
Then his hand is back, warm and slippery.
Calluses slide over my skin. I lean back and grab his thigh behind me for balance. My cock strains painfully.
Adrian looks almost curious while he jerks me off.
His hand moves faster and faster.
It doesn’t take long enough. I want to draw this moment out, but I don’t have it in me.
Precum pools on the head and pulses at the slit, making everything even wetter.
My body tightens, and just as it does, Adrian wraps his other hand around the back of my neck and yanks me forward until my lips slam down on his.
He drinks down my cry of pleasure when the release overtakes me. My cock pulses in his hand and spurts of cum land on his chest and stomach.
My whole body shakes and quivers with ecstasy. I’ve never felt anything this intense before, and it’s from a fucking handjob.
It takes me a long while to come back down from the high of that orgasm. Somehow, I’ve ended up sprawled on top of Adrian’s naked body. I have no memory of how.
I become aware of reality step by step.
First the noise of the waves crashing over the shore.
Then the rustle of leaves.
Then the sound and feel of Adrian’s breathing.
The ocean breeze on my overheated skin.
Adrian’s hand in my hair.
Moving.
Caressing softly.
My heart’s still pounding, but not as wildly anymore.
Instead, everything is peaceful for the moment.
I have to pull back before he pushes me away.
I don’t think I’d know how to take that.
But I risk another second of this sweaty, blissed-out embrace.
“Are you okay?” I mutter into his chest.
It takes him a moment to answer.
“Yeah,” he whispers back once he’s ready.
I close my eyes and steady myself before I lift my head and look at him.
His hair is a mess, strands clinging to his forehead and cheeks. His face is still flushed with pleasure. But there’s a steadiness in his eyes. Somehow, I don’t know what to do with that.
I push myself up. His spent cock rests against his stomach, and the sight sends a shiver of desire and tenderness in equal measure through my body.
I swallow hard.
“I—” I start to say.
His hand on my stomach stops me.
“Don’t. Whatever you’re going to say, just don’t. I’m good.” He searches my eyes. “It was good,” he continues in a low voice. “Better than good. So much better.”
I look down at his chest and then toward the ocean.
Then I force a grin.
“We should probably take another swim.”
He smiles back, and there’s a relieved edge to it.
“Let’s,” he says.