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“I had a conference call today, and all I could think about were the sounds you made when my mouth was around your cock Saturday night.” It comes out like a scolding, but the kiss I brandish his mouth with greedily siphons his moans.
Not only am I not a gentleman, but I can’t even keep a promise to myself. We made out on the far couch last night. Clutching his fingers in mine on couch number two, I guide a careful rhythm in and out of his tight heat, mesmerized by the euphoria on his face. My vow of chastity is a distant memory because I’m already thinking of what we could do on couch number three, and it has nothing to do with my need for consistency.
I meant for this time to be sensual, tender, appreciative—homage to the gift of instant forgiveness he granted me over the weekend. So far, it’s consisted of dirty talk and a speed that borders on urgency. Why is it that the more profound the emotions are that I feel when I’m with him, the more likely I am to convey something far less gallant? I get lost in the way he makes me lose all sense of caution.
By some saving grace, he looks to be enjoying my lurid confession. Hiking his knee up higher around my rib cage, he locks his ankles behind my back.
“You passed out…with your cock hanging out,” he informs me between breaths, “like a horny lumberjack who got hit by a blow dart. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I still at the horrific mental image that produces, but the smile on his face has me cracking up. God, have I ever laughed? Fucking and laughing—I never fathomed the two would go together.
Lust resurfaces on his face and a look of concentration. “Pete?”
“What? Is it okay?” I still again, glancing down like I’d somehow see an internal injury.
“It’s perfect, just like last time,” he pants. “But…can you come?”
“I think that’s the inevitable result,” I tease.
“No, I meant, can you come first this time?”
I wait for an explanation, hoping it doesn’t have something to do with discomfort or disappointment. If I’ve let him down in any way, I’ll never forgive myself.
“I always come first,” he admits, the flush in his cheeks spreading. “I’d like to see you this time. I want to watch what it looks like without being lost in my own orgasm.”
My instinct of self-consciousness over how ridiculous I probably look when I lose it is quickly drowned by affection. I never considered someone would want to absorb the expressions of my pleasure. As much as I enjoy seeing him unable to hold back his passion, I understand his request.
Nodding, I try to relax and let my brain focus on the pleasure rather than the fact that I’m being studied. It’s for Cam. It’s because of Cam. All I have to do is what I was about to do, anyway. Reaching between us, he clamps his hand around the head of his cock. His teeth sink into his lower lip, and he looks up at me like he’s expecting to witness something profound.
I’m already sorry that he’ll likely be sorely disappointed. Huffing and grunting don’t sound like a description of profoundness to me. However, staring into his eyes, as all the muscles in my lower half start to tighten and quiver, it feels like I’m giving a piece of myself to him. I can feel myself unraveling. With each squeeze of his ring around my cock, sheathing a hot constriction up and down my length, my heart feels like it’s drunk, staggering willingly toward a cliff that’s in his attentive eyes. Any apprehension I had falls away. He can have whatever he wants. I’m helpless to it. So far gone, no map could lead me back to life before him.
My body shudders violently and then goes taut. My face probably looks like I just pushed a truck up a hill with the way I’m gasping for breath as my cock pulses inside of him. There’s a deep purple line in his lower lip, when he relinquishes his teeth from it and gapes at me in wonder. His hand cups my face. His thumb traces my panting mouth, and he lets out a small sound of surprise that clutches my heart as though I exceeded all his expectations.
His knuckles brush against my navel, and he tugs my neck down for a kiss. All I can do is breathe heavily into his mouth and let him do what he wants to my lips while he jerks himself frantically. When he tenses, I feel his warm release seep through his grasp onto my stomach. Opening my eyes, I imagine his face now matches mine, droopy-lidded and drunk off of the other’s efforts. And then he smiles at me, just smiles like I felled every villain on the planet.
Later, after we’ve hastily cleaned ourselves up and re-entwined on the couch, I hear a soft snore leave his lips. Glancing down to where his head is resting on my chest, I smile at how serene he looks from using me as a human pillow.
“Hey,” I whisper, dusting my fingertip over his nose.
Startling awake, he blinks around and finds the clock on my wall. Groaning, he buries his face back against my chest, but then presses a kiss next to my nipple. When he climbs off me, I miss his heat and weight instantly.
Watching him gather up his underwear and pants, I realize that we’re still like two strangers passing in the night. I don’t want to live like strangers.
“You could stay,” I suggest.
His smile says he’s not averse to my request, but he steps into his boxer briefs. “Thanks, but we have work in the morning.”
And I have twelve hours to wish you were still here with me, I don’t say. How have I gone from being completely self-sufficient to this needy?
“We could get up early, so you can get home to change. I could go to that muffin place you like while you get ready and bring you breakfast before we go into the office.”
That gets his attention. I don’t know if it’s my crack planning or if it’s the muffins, but I’m glad it worked. Chewing his lip, he considers, his jeans dangling from his grasp.
“What?” I ask, impatient to learn if I’m victorious.
“That sounds wonderful, actually, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea for you to come to my place. My Mom is the only one who ever drops by, and I doubt she’d pop in that early in the morning, but…I… I don’t know. Can I just get up early and skip the muffins?”
“Yeah, of course.” Sighing, I add dramatically, “I guess I can feed you before you leave.”
