He isn’t wrong, and he knows it. A sneaky hand finds its way tomy erection, fondling it and filling my core with twisting heat and making my breath catch.
“Why don’t I use it on you?” he suggests.
I tilt my head. “But…you’re here.”
He shrugs. “Yeah, but we have a week together. Maybe if I work you over, it won’t feel like you’re replacing me when Idohave to leave. Condition you a little.”
“I’m not a dog. Come on.” I swat his head, laughing, before saying, “It’s not a bad idea.”
“Put your hands behind your head,” he instructs, his face lighting up. “I wanna see those sexy biceps.”
I comply, leaning backward and flexing for him. He runs warm fingers over my arms and over my chest, his mouth curving up at one side, before he unpacks the stroker.
“Think it’s gonna be big enough?” he asks, eyeing the plastic and laying it next to my dick that’s definitely gonna fit. I chuckle and bat his hand away, rolling my eyes. “Alright. I’ll rinse this out and get it ready. Don’t you move.”
“Sure thing.”
I leer at his tight ass walking him into the bathroom, resisting the urge to reach down and stroke myself. The sound of running water makes my brain stutter in anticipation, and my breaths grow shallow. I can’t fucking wait.
His hard dick rounds the corner a second before the rest of his body, and he’s carrying the cleaned, re-assembled stroker. Without another word, he grabs the lube from the nightstand with one hand and runs the other along my torso. My dick is resting on top of my happy trail, and he teases through the hair, biting his lower lip.
“You ready?”
I nod, and he slicks my cock with lube before pouring what looks like half of the bottle into the sleeve, squeezing the sides and distributing it. A warm, firm hand grips the base of my dick, angling it toward the entrance, and he inserts my tip right after.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” I gasp.
Dean doesn’t respond, only holding still and making impossibly shallow pumps at the top. The little ridges in the sleeve are soft, stimulating me like hell, and when I’m least expecting it, he plunges the rest of my shaft in, all the way to the base.
And my vision devolves into static. I think I yell, or maybe it’s a groan—all I know is I make some kind of primal noise as a reaction to this new, downright intoxicating sensation. It’s so different to anything I’ve ever experienced, like I’m being sucked hard and also gently caressed at the same time. The pace is slow and relentless, every stroke sending a shivering cascade of sparks down my length and into my balls.
I’ve never topped before, but if this is close to what fucking a tight, warm hole feels like, it’s no wonder why Dean craves it as badly as he does. Holy hell, I know I want to top him someday, too, and this is only accelerating my urge to?—
Oh, he said…something. I didn’t hear. Shit. This feels way too good to do anything except mumble and moan.
“That’s a yes, then?” he says, speeding up ever so slightly.
“I don’t know what you said, but this feels fucking amazing,” I manage.
I look him in the eyes as he takes me in, his gaze flicking between my face and my dick. My nuts are already tightening with sheer pleasure, and I throw my head back, lacking enough energy to power my overloaded brainandstay upright.
Dean yanks my head forward with his free hand. “Hey.” His voice is dark and sensual as hell. “Eyes on me.”
Yessir.I open my eyes again and fixate on his gentle smile while he continues those slow, devastating pumps. He does a little twist at the top of every upstroke, all of which have outsize effects on my desperate, needy body, but the meanie only smirks. He ignores the way my breath hitches, my quivering legs, and my tight, clenched muscles, still taking his sweet time in dragging me toward an orgasm.
Still, it feels out of this world, if excruciating at the same time. I’m torn between basking in the sheer ecstasy and complaining atthe tightness in my core, and the result is that I whimper. I fuckingwhimper, and I want him to drag that sound out of me again and again forever.
“Are you close?” Dean asks.
“Maybe? I might be if you speed up.”
He hums, changing the pace and concentrating shallow, rapid sweeps at my cock head, each one making my actual head implode a little more. “Want me to edge you a little?”
“God no,” I eke out. “I think I’d die. This is already torture enough. But in a good way.”
“Got it.”
He keeps up the slow onslaught at my tip for a couple more seconds before plunging the slick sleeve down to swallow me whole, wresting a low cry from my throat. My balls tighten, the sweet, familiar tingle of an orgasm prickling deep, and with only a few more pumps, Dean makes me break, my climax firing out of my aching dick with a force so strong I feel it in my toes.
