Page 65 of Just a Taste


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Didn’t think it was possible at this point.

I arch upward.

Fuck keeping a cool head, I need friction.

He takes hold of my cock, fumbles a bit, and looks a bit uncertain.

“Up and down, James,” I gasp. “You know the drill.”

He laughs.

And starts moving his hand.

Up and down. Grip tight. Dry at first, but I’m leaking enough precum that it won’t be a problem for long. His fingers tighten around me. I cant my hips upward. He loses his grip for a moment, and my dick slaps against my stomach.

“Don’t stop,” I grit out through my teeth.

He lets out a weak laugh.

“Wasn’t going to.”

I’m leaking like a broken faucet by now. He swirls his thumb around the tip, eyes wide, like it’s the first time he’s seen precum. He taps his thumb against the slit and slowly lifts it, creating a string of fluid.

He’s panting again.

“Can I…” He licks over his lips. Eyes still locked on the swollen, red tip of my cock. “Can I suck you?”

That’s a step too far.

My back bows.

I slam my hand down over his and force him to grip me as tightly as he can. It takes one stroke. The first spurt hits my chest. The second goes even higher. Every muscle in my body seems to strain as I curse through the orgasm and come all over his hand, his stomach, my stomach.

I squeeze my eyes shut and slump back on the bed. My labored breathing is the only sound in the room.

If I keep my eyes shut, I can pretend the world didn’t just burn down around me.

Because of a fucking handjob.

A snort escapes.

Then another one.

And then I’m laughing.

Ryker sends me a quizzical look.

I just shake my head.

This is fine.

Just fine.

Wasn’t a fucked-up decision at all.

This is fine.

LAKE

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