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I could understand that. Every single one of them could easily throw him around despite Larkin being pretty tall. But maybe he’d be into that.
Holt’s foot brushed my relaxed cock in the water, making my breath catch. I stayed silent, sure it had just been an accident, but then it happened again. I swallowed, shooting him a wide-eyed look as my dick started to thicken. He smirked back, gazing at me through his shades, one elbow propped on the edge of the tub and his head leaning against his hand.
“Didn’t you tell me you’ve always wanted to know what a footjob feels like?” he asked demurely, gliding the ball of his foot over my hardening length.
Gulping, I looked down into the water and loosed an unsteady breath at the sight of Holt’s narrow copper foot with its short pink nails sliding against my erection. He pinned it to my stomach with the ball of his foot and glided his toes up and down, the water making the touch slippery and teasing.
“Feel good?” he murmured slyly, even though he knew it did. Through the water, I could see the blurry outline of his erection.
I nodded quickly, slouching lower in the tub and lifting my arms out of the water to drape them along the back. Holt mmmed, sliding his foot down to tickle my balls with his toes.
“That’s right,” he rasped, running the arch of his foot back up my length. “You just sit there and relax, baby.”
My tongue darted out to wet my lips as I looked down into the water to watch, my hips slowly moving to glide my cock against the soft skin on the sole of his foot. Holt added his other foot to the mix, attempting to pin my cock between his arches, but groaned and dropped his left leg down.
“I don’t know footjob etiquette, but this is gonna have to be a one-footed job.” He shifted with a wince, and I realised it must have strained his back to use both.
“That’s fine,” I said quickly, biting my lip when he pinned my cock back against my stomach and stroked it firmly with his toes.
Five minutes later, I was whining as my hips bucked in the water, making it splash and lap against the sides of the tub. It felt amazing, but the touch was too light and teasing to tip me over the edge. My cock was throbbing, and I was flushed and getting a little light-headed from the heat, my scalp sweating under the cowboy hat still on my head.
“H-Holt.” I shuddered and bit down on my lip. “I n-need to come.”
“Then rub your dick against my foot and come.”
“Nngh.” I tried to regulate my quick breaths. “B-but I don’t want to get cum in your hot tub.”
He flashed me an evil grin, eyes still hidden behind his sunglasses, and dropped his foot, making me whine again.
“Then I guess you should get over here and come in my mouth.”
I was splashing through the water before he’d even finished speaking, too horny to care about how awkward and graceless I looked as I spread my legs on either side of his and hoisted an unsteady knee onto the lip of the tub so my dick was in his face.
Holt wasted no time, sucking the leaking tip into his mouth with a low moan. A muffled chuckle vibrated down my cock when my hips twitched and slid it deeper. The edge of his hat pushed into my stomach, and when he lifted a hand from the water to cradle my balls, the leg keeping me upright almost buckled.
The orgasm rushed up on me fast, making my hips jerk erratically, sliding my cock over his tongue as he moaned. A broken groan escaped me when it hit, eyes squeezing shut as I gasped and shook. My cock flexed against his tongue, pumping cum into his throat, and he kept softly sucking after it ended until I was shuddering.
Dropping my knee back into the water, I ducked down to kiss him, the brim of his hat nailing me in the forehead and almost pushing the cowboy hat off my head. Holt’s hands roamed over the backs of my thighs under the water, and he shivered as our tongues glided together.
“Did you come?” I asked breathlessly when we broke apart, looking down into the water. His cock was still hard and straining.
He shook his head and grinned at me. “Getting better at holding it when you do. Kinda. I mean, I managed to this time, so that’s something. Progress.”
I really wanted to sink onto his lap, but that probably wouldn’t help his back, so I settled on the seat beside him and slid my hand up his thigh. He immediately arched his hips, then let out a strangled sound and sat his ass back on the ledge.
“Told you it would hurt.”
“No,” he shot back defensively, cupping my nape and playing with the short hair on the back of my head. “A handjob in the hot tub would probably help a lot, actually.”
I snorted. “How do you figure?”
“Tension relief. Dopamine. Plus there’s a jet pounding my lower back hard right now. I basically can’t feel a thing.”
Twisting around on the seat, I glided my hand up his inner thigh and cupped his balls. Holt shivered, tilting his head when I leaned in to kiss his neck.
“Maybe a nice, slow handjob so you don’t tense up too much.” I tweaked the piercing on his sac before curling my fingers around his dick.
Holt moaned in agreement, his head falling back, so I pressed a light kiss to the sensitive bump in his throat.
