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“Are you teasing me?” I hate the uncertainty in his voice.
Kissing his neck more gently, I shake my head against him. “No, baby. You’re … I don’t have words. Fucking gorgeous.” I drag my hands up and down his sides, making Damon squirm on my lap. I grab his hip and hold him in place. “You can’t do that. You have to be still or …”
Damon grinds his ass on my dick and my breath bursts from my lungs as I continue to kiss him. “Or what?” His hips roll and I bite down on his neck softly, making him moan.
“Feel that?” I ask, thrusting up so he feels my hard length pushing against him. “This is how beautiful I think you are. Don’t ever second guess that. I’ll never lie to you.”
“Thank you,” he breathes, grinding a little faster.
“Can I touch you more?”
“Anywhere you want.” His voice is shaky, but firm.
I start at his nipples. I’m dying to put them in my mouth, but I don’t want to risk him getting skittish if he can see my face. Licking my finger, I circle his nipple, the hard peak feeling so good under me. Damon’s back arches, moaning softly. I tug it, then move to the other.
Seeing him come apart under my hands turns me on more than I could imagine. His breathy moans force me to concentrate on what I’m doing to him and not what’s going on in my pants. If I think about my dick, I’ll come in my pants because of who’s on top of me. “Tell me how it feels, baby.”
He pulls in a deep breath, then shakes his head. “Don’t be shy, Damon. It’s just us. Tell me.” I trail more kisses along his neck, down to his shoulder. “I want to know what you’re feeling.”
Rubbing his nipples between my fingers with one hand, I trail the other hand down his belly, grazing just above his cock, but not touching him there. “Feels … like … your fingers are … magic. They make me … feel … hot … and … hard. I …” Damon breaks off with a moan. “Touch me … lower.”
“How much lower?” My voice is deep and guttural. I almost don’t recognize it as my own.
To my surprise, Damon drags my hand to his dick. We both moan when my fingers close around him. “Oh god yes. Right there.”
I give him a few firm tugs, but I know touching him dry like this can’t feel good. I let him go and bring my hand to his mouth. “Lick.”
Damon grabs my hand and drags his tongue over my palm. Feeling the wet strokes has my cock hard as granite and I can imagine how he would feel lapping at my dick.
With my palm sufficiently wet, I grip his cock once more and stroke him. This time, the glide is easier and Damon almost bows off me. “Yes. Michael. Feels … you make me feel … so good.”
I go back to kissing his neck, jerking him off while he thrusts into my palm. His warm erection feels good in my hand and his precome drips down the side, slicking the way as I stroke him. I pick up the pace, twisting when I get to the top and rubbing my thumb over the head of his dick.
“Can I … Michael … I’ll come … let me … uhm … let me touch you too.”
Slowing down my strokes, I lean over so I can kind of take a look at him. “You sure?” Damon is not experienced. I want to make him feel good, I’m not worried about me.
“Please. I … want to see you too.”
I give him one more stroke from base to tip before I let go. “You’re really good at that. I’ve never … had anyone touch me before. I’ve been missing out.”
I bark a laugh and turn his face to mine, taking his lips in a deep kiss. He opens automatically and I slide my tongue into him, groaning when he turns to straddle me, his hard dick poking me in the belly.
He breaks the kiss, then with shaky hands, lifts my shirt. After he rips it from my body, he tosses it to the floor and looks down at my chest. “Oh fuck.” He claps a hand over his mouth and starts to giggle. “I’m sorry. I don’t really curse, but your body. God, it’s … I’ve never seen anything like this.” He places his hands flat on my pecs. “You’re so hard and warm.”
Cracking a smile, I move my hands around to his ass. “Someone is vocal. I like it. Keep talking to me, baby.”
“Take your clothes off.”
Grinning at his forwardness, I lift him off my lap and set him on the couch beside me. Then I stand and step back, watching how greedily he devours me with his eyes. He follows my hand as I unbutton my jeans and drag the zipper down. Damon licks his lips as I thumb my fingers in the band of my jeans and my briefs. When I start to inch them down my legs, he pulls in a breath.
I push them off and kick them away, standing before him with nothing on.
“Oh … you’re … can … can I touch you?” Damon drags his eyes from my dick long enough to meet my eyes, pleading with me to let him do what he asked.
“Do what you want to me, baby.”
“Come sit down?”
