Page 27 of Catching Sparkles

I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, pressing my thumb into the heart-shaped notch on the underside as I spread my spit over him. He shuddered, his hips jerking into my touch, a relieved moan tumbling out of his sculpted lips and into my throat as I stroked him slowly from his base up to his leaking tip.

“You were so good for me, baby,” I murmured and I could tell by the way his breath started heaving out that my words were driving him crazy. “Telling me exactly what you wanted from me.”

“Y-you liked that?” He panted.

“Of course. Don’t you know how long I’ve wanted to suck your cock?”

“And you weren’t… disappointed?” He asked cautiously, the nerves in his voice nearly making me melt.

“Not at all,” I promised, lingering on his cockhead with my fingers for a moment, teasing him where he was the most sensitive, almost moaning when I felt more slick precum ooze from his slit. “It was so hot.”

“Can I…” He trailed off for a second, completely fucking blissed out. “Can I move? Can I fuck your hand?”

“You don’t have to ask me for anything,” I murmured, letting my eyelids flutter closed at the feeling of his mouth sucking on my neck. My trapped cock was pulsing against my zipper, aching for release. But all that mattered at the moment was that he got what he wanted from me. “You can use me in any way that makes you feel good.”

“No, I-I, um… I want to ask,” he clarified, so quietly I almost couldn’t hear him, like he was so embarrassed and ashamed by the confession that he could hardly force it out. “I want you to tell me it’s okay.”

“You want me to tell you what you’re allowed to do?” I asked, careful not to show my shock at the idea. I wouldn’t ever make him feel embarrassed or regret being open with me. But I’d never exactly felt in charge with any of the guys I’d been with before. Being in control, having him get off on pleading for my permission was insanely hot.

“Please,” he said, somewhat timidly raising his head from my shoulder to stare into my eyes. “I want to be good for you.”

My heart smacked into my ribcage at the words and the raw, naked expression on his face. It was wrong for me to think, but I wondered if he’d done this with his wife or any other woman. Or if it was just me.

“Ask me again,” I invited, watching him closely as I stilled the movement of my hand. His swollen cock pulsed against my palm but he only let out a tiny whine. A pink flush washed across his cheeks as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. My dick throbbed again, like it was mad at me for keeping it locked up and away from all the action, but I steadfastly ignored it.

“Can I… Use your hand?” He asked. “Can I fuck your hand?” He corrected himself, when my eyebrow popped up.

“Go ahead,” I said. He moaned gratefully, bracing his hands on my shoulders as he bucked his hips to push his cock up through my fingers.

Holding him like this forced me to think about how fucking huge his cock was. I’d seen enough of his sweatpants dick prints through the years to know it would be sizable, but I’d really had no idea just how thick and long it would be. If I ever actually took him inside me, he could go deeper than anyone I’d ever had, stretching me out until I couldn’t think. I’d probably never be satisfied with anyone else ever again.

Despite the submissive requests he’d made, his hips slammed up into my tight grip with powerful thrusts, fat drops of precum giving him a slippery glide with no resistance.

“I love how much you’re leaking out for me,” I murmured, and he moaned, his hips speeding up as his breath heaved out. “You’re so good, fucking my hand so hard and so fast. Are you thinking about how you wish you were in my mouth?” I asked, and he nodded, his lips pulling back to show his white teeth as he squeezed his eyes shut. He was close. “Or maybe you’re trying to show me how you’d fuck me.”

“Oh my god,” he choked out, sending goosebumps washing over my whole body. He was thinking about it. He was thinking about how he wanted to spread my legs and push his fat cock inside me.

“Is that it?” I asked, only because I’d die if I didn’t hear him verbally confirm it. “You’re thinking about how my hole would feel around you, aren’t you?”

He didn’t respond, but his hands tightened on my shoulders and his hips stuttered again as he balanced right on the edge. When I loosened my grip, cutting off his pleasure so his next thrust was into empty air, he let out a strangled gasp followed by an anguished groan.

“Tell me the truth,” I ordered.

“Yes, yes,” he panted, desperate. “I want to fuck you. I want to feel your hole around my cock. I want to make you come.”

“Good boy.”

I tightened my fingers around him again, this time twisting my hand around his throbbing cockhead as he thrust up once, then twice more, before going perfectly still. His abs contracted and tensed, and he cried out as the first jet of cum filled my palm. I stroked him through it, working his swollen flesh to pull out every aching pulse as he shuddered against me, his face nuzzled into my neck again.

He stayed there once it was done, trying to suck air back in his lungs while his forehead stayed plastered to my shoulder.

“You came so much,” I pointed out, wiping what I couldn’t shake off my hand onto a stacked pile of empty cardboard boxes. “You were really worked up for me, weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” he rasped out. “You… I…” He stopped, and I could tell now that he wasn’t so desperate to come, he was embarrassed. Painfully so. “I shouldn’t have said any of that.”

I reached up to pet his hair, riffling my fingers through the thick, dark strands to soothe him. He shivered again, and I felt him shifting to put his dick away and tug his shorts back up.

“Rhys, it’s just me,” I reminded him. “I’m the last person you should ever feel embarrassed with.”