I squeeze his waist with the other hand, and with every stroke I lay on myself, I let my tip slide between his cheeks, just a little. It’s not going into his hole, just goingbetween.
Just an idea of what it might be like if I actually were going to fuck him.
“Chase,” he whispers again in a hoarse voice a minute later, as I’m spreading his cheeks just to drag my precum-slicked tip over his hole.
“I told you. You don’t have to worry.”
I take my hand away from his ass and his cheeks close around my tip again. My whole fucking body responds, and I get goosebumps at how hot it looks.
I grip my base and start stroking again, feeling the soft pucker of his hole at my tip, just gliding against it with a steady, gentle pressure.
“Oh God,” he utters.
“You can touch yourself,” I tell him. “Do you need to come?”
“Yes,” he hisses.
As he starts to stroke his own cock, his body moves even more. It makes more friction on my tip.
A couple of times, Logan tenses up, and my cock is so close to breaching his hole.
I can’t take it.
“Going to come right here,” I tell him, pushing a little on his hole. “Because I waited too many days to see you again, and it’s your fault you looked this hot when I walked in.”
Even the sound of his broken breath is enough to spur me on. “Thought I wasn’t your type. Having a change of heart?”
“Yeah. I am.”
He purposely squeezes the back of his ass around me hard at that point, and I lean over to bite the back of his shoulder gently.
I love when he’s like this.
A little bit defiant, while still giving meeverything.
The pressure and squeeze of his cheeks along with my fist takes me right up to the edge, and then I let go.
“I have to have you.Fuck.” I slam my palm into the wall with a sharpsmackbeside him as my abdomen tenses, cum spilling from my tip into the cleft of his ass. I stroke myself through it, dripping white right down the center, the side of my face pressed up against the back of Logan’s shoulder.
I slide my finger through a streak that ended up right at the bottom of his back, watching it like I’m watching paint drip.
Exquisite.
I bring it up to his face, pushing up against his lips. Histongue comes out, sliding over my slicked finger as he takes my cum.
And it fucking makes him finish.
He exhales as he comes, all while I’m still dragging my fingertip on his tongue.
I hold him through it, gripping his waist with my free hand as he paints the wall in front of him. I slowly slide my finger lower, grazing his lower lip and then releasing him.
I feel like I just finished a marathon.
That good afterburn feeling that only comes from feeling completely satisfied, which is unfamiliar to me.
“Big mess. As usual,” I tell him in a teasing tone, stepping back and reaching over to give him a little smack on the ass. “Let’s clean this up and then you have to come cuddle on the couch with me.”
He gives me a wide-eyed look, glancing back at me from over his shoulder. “Is that right? I’mrequired?”
