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And as soon as I’m there, the door shutting behind me, he stops, gasping at my shape looming before him.
“Oh my god,” he murmurs as I stalk toward him, finding the camera almost immediately and knocking it sideways before crawling onto the bed.
“You here to give me pointers?” he asks, and I swallow, not even able to speak in this moment. Just too turned on to even find my breath. He did this to me. He fucking bent me. I cannot even think straight in this moment.
My hand reaches out for the dildo, my fingers wrapping around the end, and I pull it out of him before thrusting it back in.
“Oh my god,” he breathes.
Damon’s pupils dilate as he gasps, his cheeks a rosy pink.
“I have to be dreaming. I’m fucking dead,” he moans as I fuck him slowly with the knotted cock.
My mind is in a haze, my eyes unfocused. Everything is in a fog. All I can feel is my need, my lust. It’s been building for days…since the moment I met him.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he moans, arching up, watching me over his shoulder, canting his hips against the mattress as he takes the knot over and over.
“What are you doing to me?” he asks, and I can’t answer. I don’t know. I want to do this all night, want to watch my own cock slide into that hole. I’ve never wanted something more.
Reaching into my pants, I pull myself out and jerk it, making Damon moan even louder. I’ve lost all sense of control, and yet I can’t stop myself. Can’t control it. I’m straight, and yet I walked all the way over here and am in his room, watching his hole swallow that knot over and over. And all I can do is pump my fist faster around my own length.
“Oh god, Tomas,” Damon moans, fully fucking himself back on the dildo as I lean forward and let my cock drag across the soft skin of his thigh. He loves that, fucking his own dick into the mattress with fervor as I jack myself against his leg.
“Gonna come. Gonna come,” he groans, and the sound of his moans pushes me over the edge. I slam the knot into him as my cum explodes across his skin, and I feel him shudder and shake as his own release takes him over.
And then we just stay there—his ass still full, our cocks empty, my whole body zinging with pleasure, and every nerve ending tingling. I can’t fucking breathe. Gulping down air, I find that the erotic fog I’d been in slowly starts to dissipate, and I realize what I’ve done.
Oh shit, what have I done?
My hand releases the dildo, and I put myself back inside my pants, my eyes unable to look anywhere else but the place where my cum is splashed across his skin.
It looks good there. Like it belongs.
Damon is lying on the mattress, his chest heaving, his hole clenching and unclenching around the thing still shoved up in him. And just seeing it makes my cock take notice. It tries to rally, but it’s too soon.
I’d need a few minutes to get there again.
I shut that thought down. I already crossed so many lines. So fucking many.
Now what the hell do I do?
I shake my head and step away from him.
“Don’t go. Just…hold on,” he manages to say, and I stand frozen on the floor, watching as he lifts himself up and strides to the computer, shutting it down and then turning to face me.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous. So damn hot covered in cum and sweat and that thing still inside of him.
“Don’t run. Please don’t run. We need to talk about this.”
I swallow and nod, watching as he grabs a towel and wipes himself up before setting a leg on the end of the bed and slowly pulling the dildo from him.
It’s hot as hell in here. Fire. I’m combusting.
He sets it down on the towel and then pulls on some shorts that had been discarded on the floor before turning to face me completely.
“Well, shit. The fans are gonna go wild for that. They didn’t even see anything, but I’m sure they’re dying to know what happened.”
My head throbs. I can’t believe I did that. Can’t believe that I lost my mind that much that I didn’t even care if they heard me losing my shit for the first time over a man.
