I nod.
“No one’s better than my roommate with the massive cock.” He says it like he’s telling me the weather. Making a comment on something mildly boring. Not talking aboutthat.
It’s not that big,” I mumble, my face prickling with heat when he raises his eyebrows. “It’s normal-sized.”
“As someone who has extensive research in that area, it’s not.” He reaches up to my neck, pulling me down to him. “Come on, I missed it,” he says against my mouth, kissing me before I can tell him that’s really fucking weird.
My hands find his hips again, and he takes that as an invitation to move back to the bed, pulling me by my shirt until we’re lying on the mattress, with me hovering above him.
“Take your shirt off,” he says, pulling back from my lips.
“What?” I ask, light-headed, fighting the urge to chase his lips. I thought this feeling was the weed, but now, I’m not so sure.
It might just be him.
“Your shirt. Off,” he says slowly. “Last night, you never took off your shirt. I can’t believe I had my mouth on your dick and I didn’t even get to see those abs I love so much.”
How does this dude exist?
I pull my shirt off, letting him stare to his heart’s content. And he does, reaching up, running a hand across my chest, down my torso until he gets to the waistband of my sweatpants. “Fuck, you’re hot.”
“You talk so much,” I say, shaking my head.
He laughs, pulling me down, and we’re kissing again. His hands are everywhere, moving over my back, my shoulders, into my hair, everywhere at once, while I try to keep up with this. I think I manage, but I’m not one hundred percent sure of anything right now.
He rolls us so I’m on my back, and I let it happen, too far gone already to think about what that could mean. He detaches his lips from mine, and I let out a little sound, a protest, and he shushes me.
That should piss me off, but it makes me even harder, my cock straining against my pants.
His lips move down to my neck, planting light kisses down my chest, down my abs that he spendsforeveron.
“Mike, focus,” I pant out, arching up for pressure on my cock, but he still doesn’t touch me.
“Have some patience,” he says, licking a long strip up my stomach that somehow feels amazing.
“I can’t,” My voice cracks, and he must decide to take pity on me because he abandons his work, licking every inch of my torso, and scoots back to pull my pants down enough to make my dick pop out.
“Fuck,” Mike groans, wrapping his hand around my desperate cock, already leaking, and all we’ve done is kiss. “Lookat you.” He strokes me slowly, too slow for my liking, but his grip is just right, and it’s another man touching me and—
I’ve never been this turned on before in my fucking life. Other than last night. It’s all so much. His hand on me, the weight of him straddling my legs, his face watching a bead of pre-cum sliding down my cock.
I’m already close, letting out these helpless breaths, there’s no chance of me holding in, and I’m hit with the desperate need to seehim,too.
I reach for his pants, pulling on the waistband, but he shakes his head. “Let me see you come first.”
“What—” I start to say, to beg him to let me see his fucking cock already, but he twists his wrist, and that’s it. He’s holding me down with his weight so I can’t move, forced to stay still while he strokes me through it, gripping his hips so hard my nails dig in.
When he gets the final drop of come out of me, he lets me go, and I sink back into the bed with a whimper.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Mike says, pulling his own shirt off and unzipping his jeans enough to take his dick out. I watch, barely present, as he strokes himself quickly to completion, nowhere near the time he spent on me. I want to tell him to stop, to give me a second to let me help, but I’m mesmerized.
He’s angelic, I think in my post orgasm haze. All that pale skin, his cock, smaller than mine, but not by much. The perfect size. He doesn’t look away from me the entire time, even when he reaches his peak, come landing on my stomach, mixing with mine.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Mike collapses on top of me, breathing heavy into my neck, and all I know to do is wrap my arms around his back. “Fuck,” he says, muffled against me.
“You okay?”
