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Holt shuddered hard, fingers tightening in my hair. I was reluctant to stop playing with his cock, but he was probably getting oversensitive, so I lifted my head. He looked drunk and dazed, staring up at the ceiling before lifting his head to peer down at me blearily.
“D-did I make a weird cum noise?”
“No,” I said quickly, even though… it had been a little weird. But I’d liked it. It hadn’t made me want to laugh, like the first few times I’d had sex with Marcus. It had just made me really hot to make Holt lose control like that.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’d tell me, right?”
I hesitated. “Okay, it… kind of sounded like you were choking on a cough drop, but it was really hot! I liked it.”
Holt huffed and let his arms flop onto the couch. He didn’t really seem embarrassed. Honestly, he looked too sated to be embarrassed. He reached up and stroked my chin, wiping away the spit there, as he hoarsely said, “I think I split my pants.”
I suppressed a snort. “Yeah, um, I heard that.”
He groaned. “I should probably start wearing underwear again if I’m gonna wear such tight pants.”
I blinked at him. “You don’t wear underwear? Even after the… Japanese businessmen seeing your butthole incident?”
He shrugged, giving me a sly smirk. “Guess I like to live dangerously.”
Laughing, I sat up, which immediately drew Holt’s gaze down to my hard cock jutting above the waistband of my sweatpants. His eyes flared with renewed heat, hand drifting down his front to stroke his still-stiff dick.
“You like frotting, Taylor?” he purred.
My cock jerked as I swallowed thickly. “Y-yeah.”
“Wanna slide your dick against mine and come all over me?” He was pumping his fist in earnest now, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I need to come again. I can feel how much you need to come. It’s driving me crazy.”
Sucking in an unsteady breath, I shuffled forward on shaky legs and placed my hand beside his head on the armrest. “Is it… is it always like that when you have sex?”
“No,” he rasped. “I usually can’t feel emotions this strongly from other non-humans, and I can never feel actual sensations like I can with you.”
“Is it because I’m human?” I asked as he released his cock to grab my hips and tug them flush against his. We both moaned when our erections slid together, his still slick from my mouth and his release.
“Maybe,” he panted distractedly, craning his neck to look down between our bodies and watch as I helplessly rutted against him. “Fuuuck.”
With one hand, he grabbed my hair and yanked my head down to plunge his tongue into my mouth. He burrowed the other hand between us and pinned our dicks together.
“Oh f-fuck,” I breathed into his mouth, my eyes almost crossing as I fucked my cock against his within the tight ring of his fingers.
Holt moaned, kissing me again. Our tongues thrust together feverishly. I was shaking on top of him as I thrust frantically into his fist. My right thigh started cramping up, but I refused to let the pain stop me.
When I pressed even closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between us, Holt wriggled his hand free and released my hair to slide both hands down the back of my sweats and grip my ass. His fingers dug in, urging me to thrust faster as we kissed messily, grunting into each other’s mouths. He dug his heels into the backs of my thighs, bucking up against me.
My brain had officially shut off. I couldn’t stop. I rutted against him furiously, my moans growing louder and louder until I had to break the kiss and bury my face in his neck.
“God, you’re so… fucking hot,” Holt panted, splaying his hands wide on my backside to get a firm grip on each ass cheek. He spread them apart, making me cry out into his neck. “Yeah, come all over me, Taylor. F-fuck, you’re gonna make me come again. I’m—F-f-fuck, I’m coming—”
He started to shake beneath me, and when I felt his dick flex against mine, I let out a hoarse cry as the pressure broke and my cock erupted. The slick sound of our spurting cocks sliding together made my vision white out, drawing even more cum from me. My balls were aching by the time my orgasm ended, my arms shaking and threatening to buckle.
I was pink in the face as I pushed myself up so I wasn’t crushing him, my chest heaving as my heart pounded. Holt looked incredible beneath me. His lips were flushed and swollen from our feverish kissing, eyes heavy and drowsy with satiation, and the front of his black T-shirt was streaked with our cum. His cock was softening, hanging out the front of his pants, the copper head vanishing as it retracted into his foreskin.
“Wait.” I swallowed, trying to catch my breath, and gently ran my finger down his softening length, which made Holt shudder. “Where’s the piercing?”
“Oh.” He squirmed a little, so I removed my finger. With a huff, he mumbled, “It’s on my balls.”
My eyes shot back down to his fly, his sac still hidden inside it. “Can I see?”
He squirmed again, but reached for his waistband. “Okay, but remember the sun lounger thing. I seriously think that incident, like, changed the composition of my nutsack. It’s like a medical condition or something.”
