Page 83 of The Key Holder

“Yeah?”

Without another word, his hands were on me again, exploring my body, rubbing down my back. He alternated between soft, teasing caresses and sharp, searing slaps. A few times his lips brushed against my bare ass, covering it in soft kisses before sending me reeling again with the force of his hand. My hips were in constant motion, an uncontrolled thrusting against nothing, until I shifted my feet and my cock brushed against the countertop.

I threw my head back and moaned. “Fuck.”

“You like that, huh?” His voice was huskier than normal; I could tell he was enjoying himself.

“God, yes,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. “The way you touch me, it’s just-”

"You gonna make a mess all over the counter?"

“If you keep it up, I’m definitely going to cum.” My hips pumped faster, my cock throbbing with each thrust. “Or you could…”

“I could what?”

“You could get on your knees and swallow it for me?"

Ford’s eyes flashed, then he slowly knelt down in front of me. “Give it to me, boy.”

My breath hitched in my throat as I saw his expression. His mouth was open wide, his tongue all the way out and waiting for me. As I felt the warmth of his breath on my cock, I started stroking.

“That’s it. Have I told you how much I love your cock?” He reached out, his fingers tracing under and around my balls, a light, teasing touch that pushed me closer to the edge.

“Uh-huh.”

I felt a pressure between my legs, so I spread them apart. With exquisite slowness, he slid a finger along my perineum until he found my hole and gently pushed in.

“I’m close.”

With a slow, teasing stroke of his tongue, he licked my head, sending a fresh wave of unbearable pleasure ripping through me. “Feed me, Dylan.”

My body shuddered, every muscle tensing. My hips instinctively pushed forward, seeking his mouth. With a few more desperate strokes, I yelled, “I’m cumming.”

Ford’s eager mouth engulfed my cock as it erupted with what felt like the biggest load I’d ever shot. The sensation of him sucking was overwhelming and I had to grab onto his shoulder to steady myself.

As my spasms subsided, Ford’s tongue gently swirled around my softening cock, cleaning the last traces of my jizz. “I love watching you lose control,” he said, wiping his lips.

“Your mouth’s pretty talented.” I leaned on the counter, trying to catch my breath.

Ford shrugged. “I enjoy giving you pleasure.” When I moved to pull up my shorts, he stopped me, telling me to leave them off. Standing up, he grabbed the package from the table. “This isn’t actually for me. It’s a gift.”

“A gift?”

“For you, actually.”

I would’ve jumped up and down if I wasn’t almost completely spent, but I was thrilled Ford had thought of me in that way. Other than giving me his hard cock whenever we wanted to fuck, this would be the first present exchanged since we had become a couple.

“What is it?” I asked.

“You’ll just have to open it and see.”

I practically lunged for it, tearing at the tape with eager hands. Inside, nestled amongst layers of tissue paper, was a treasure trove of underwear from Coyote. My eyes widened, taking in all the colors. "Whoa. This is...a lot of stuff."

Ford leaned against the counter, a satisfied smirk on his face. "I may have asked Tyler to have Declan send over some of his favorite attire for you. He’s modeled for them before. Figured it’s a win-win. You get a bunch of sexy things to wear, and I get to take them off of you.”

“Do you want me to try them on?”

“Of course,” he answered. “Let’s move to the living room.”