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His mouth curves in a wry smirk. “It’s all part of the Deacon Plan—it’s there in the fine print.”
“Serves me right for skimming that section,” I say with a soft chuckle. “What else did I miss?”
“Did you read the part about unlimited orgasms?” he asks. “That’s one of the most popular features. And you also have the option of upgrading to a lifetime subscription for no extra charge.”
My lips spread into a wide grin and I lean forward for a soft kiss. “That sounds very tempting. Is it a limited time offer?”
He gives a soft shake of his head. “Nope. There’s no expiration date on that one. You just need to make sure to keep your membership current with lots of kisses and cuddles and talking.”
“I think I can manage that.”
We kiss again and it once again turns heated and hungry in a matter of seconds.
Deacon yanks roughly at my sweater and I help him pull it off, tossing it to the ground and dragging him against me so we’re skin-to-skin. The heat of his body feels incredible against my skin and all I want is to be closer.
Completely forgetting his instruction form a mere few minutes ago, I reach for his cock again, moving my hands over the hard length.
“Jesus, fuck, Tanner,” he groans, panting against my cheek. He doesn’t tell me to stop this time, however, instead rocking his hips forward and fucking into my grip.
His hand moves to the front of my sweats, palming my hard dick through the fabric.
“Fuck, get it out,” I groan. “Touch me.”
He doesn’t hesitate to comply, shoving my sweats down and wrapping a large hand around my throbbing dick.
I let my head fall back against the wall, a soft moan leaving my lips. Fuck, this feels good. Maybe not as good as taking him inside me, but still pretty incredible. Being this close to Deacon, bringing him pleasure with my own hand while he does the same for me—it’s a heady feeling.
I’m a little surprised when Deacon pulls my hand away from his dick, and for a moment I think he’s going to give me the same spiel about not wanting to come until he gets inside me. But then he moves even closer and I feel his bare cock slipping against mine. I barely have time to let out a gasp before he wraps a hand around both our dicks, gripping tight.
He thrusts his hips and I can’t help letting out a choked groan. “Jesus Christ.”
“This is called frotting,” he murmurs in my ear. “You can use your safe word if you want.”
“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” I tell him, lifting my hands to grip his shoulders as I snap my own hips forward.
It doesn’t take long for us to fall into sync. Our lips crash together again in a series of desperate, frantic kisses as our cocks grind together.
I’ve never thought about doing this before. I have no idea why; it makes perfect sense when your partner has a dick as well. I guess it comes back to that thing of not wanting much to do with cocks unless they were in my ass. So fucking stupid. Or, at least, that’s how it feels now; I have no idea whether I would have enjoyed all this stuff if I’d tried it with anyone else. What I do know is that with Deacon, I want it all. Everything.
“Deacon…fuck,” I groan, feeling as though I’m about to self-combust. The feel of our throbbing cocks, slick with precum, moving against each other in Deacon’s tight grip is fucking incredible. I never want it to stop. I never want him to stop kissing me. We’re as close as we can get, with our bodies molded against each other, but I want to be even closer. I want to crawl inside him and never leave.
I’m alarmed at some of the thoughts swirling around in my head, but then I decide I don’t care. I love him. And even though he hasn’t said it yet, I know he feels the same. Something tells me he won’t mind too much that my advanced age seems to have turned me into a clingy bastard.
I feel the kindling fire of my orgasm approaching, and snap my hips faster as I chase it down. I tear my mouth from Deacon’s, burying my head in his neck and letting out a harsh groan as it rips through me and I come hard. I can feel a little of the warm liquid on my abs but I’m going to presume most of it ended up on Deacon’s hand. I’ve never been much of a squirter.
I’m still clinging tightly to Deacon, my head resting against his shoulder as I try to gather my breath when I feel him tensing up. He lets out a low groan, and then something warm and familiar is coating my chest. Jesus, that’s an impressive distance.
He immediately pulls away from me and I glance up to see him wearing a horrified expression. “Shit—fuck—Tanner…I’m sorry.” He can barely get the words out through panted breaths, clearly still recovering from his orgasm.
“It’s fine,” I assure him.
“I meant to change the angle, but it hit me so fast—”
“Deacon, it’sfine,”I say again. I glance down at the streaks of cum painting my chest. “I’m actually pretty impressed at the distance you got.”
He shrugs. “It’s not a PB or anything. I’ve shot up to my nose before.”
Fucking hell.
