My toes curl, thighs tensing.
He lets go, pops the button on my jeans, then unzips them. “Lift.”
I do.
He pulls both my jeans and boxers off, and my dick springs free. I look down, swallowing hard. My crown’s so swollen, and red, and shiny with precum.
“Sure you want me to?”
I nod. “Just my dick. My balls. But nowhere else.”
“Okay.”
His large hand wraps around my length, and I hiss through my teeth, head dropping back against the wall a bit too hard. “Fuck, Ryan.”
I white-knuckle the desk edge as his hand moves up and down. His grip is different from mine—gentler, more exploratory, like he's mapping every ridge and vein, learning the weight and shape of my dick in his palm.
Ryan's thumb brushes over the head, spreading the precum that's already leaking. He licks his lips, breathing heavier. “Fuck, you’re so hard.”
“And you need to stop teasing and jerk it.”
He leans down, claiming my mouth as his grip tightens, his hand moving faster. Up and down, thumb circling the sensitive head on each upstroke.
“Tighter. Harder.” My nails dig into the particle board of the desk as he gives me what I need. “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop. Just like that.”
I’m breathing like I just skated a whole fucking period, my legs spreading wider as I fuck up into his fist on each downstroke.
“Stay still.” He bites my neck, his other hand gripping my hip. I try to thrust, but he pushes me down and squeezes my dick hard. “Don’t make me pin you down, Connor.”
I growl, trying again, needing to move.
“Connor, it’s mine to take care of. Let me. Please.”
Motherfucking fuck.
I grit my teeth, forcing my body to remain still. “Then take care of it.”
He smirks, gaze dropping, and he flushes, lips parted, as he stares at my dick while he works it.
Fucking gorgeous.
“Just like that. Oh, fuck. Feels so good.”
When I wriggle, the hand on my hip tightens, and he growls, his eyes flicking to mine and narrowing.
I hiss out a breath, toes curling, muscles clenching. “Ryan . . . close . . . you’re going to make me come.”
He looks back down. So do I, but to the outline of his erection in those dark gray joggers.
I want to see it, want to touch it.
My stomach tenses, balls drawing up when I notice the wet spot on them. “Oh, fuck . . . Ryan . . . fuck.”
“Come for me, Connor.”
Everything in my body coils tight, toes curling, thighs shaking as my orgasm hits. “Ryannn!”
Cum shoots onto my stomach and chest. He keeps jerking me like he wants every last drop wrung out. When I'm squirming and oversensitive, he reaches into his joggers and starts stroking himself using the same hand covered in my cum.
