He guides my hand closer. “Touch me?”
“Is that what you want?”
He nods.
“You control it, Ryan. You stop when you need to.”
He brings my hand to his length again, and I loosely wrap my fingers around it. He’s throbbing, his skin is hot and smooth. He places his hand over mine again, spits onhis tip, then guides our hands from root to tip, then back down.
“You okay?”
He nods, still looking at himself sliding through my fist.
“Like watching yourself, baby? Like seeing how much you’re fucking leaking?”
He whines, his grip tightening, forcing my own to tighten on his length.
“Your dick’s drooling for me, Ry.” I swipe my thumb through the clear fluid. “Give me more. Show me how much you like it.”
Our hands move faster over his length, his breaths coming out shallow and sharp, punctuated by small grunts. It’s making my heart race and my dick ache. I’m so fucking turned on that I reach for his thigh without thinking.
He tenses and bats my hand away. “No.”
“Sorry.” I grip my pillow, giving my free hand something to do—no more fuckups.
He nods, then spreads his knees wider as he starts to fuck into my fist, grinding his ass on my dick as he rocks back and forth. Faster and faster.
I want out of these boxer briefs, want to feel him against me. Skin to skin. Want to feel my dick sliding between his crease. “That ass is making me so goddamn hard.”
He groans, leaning forward, free hand against the wall. His eyes are half-mast, back arching as he pulls back before thrusting harder.
“That’s it, baby.”
He does it again. And again. His grunts get louder as he ruts, his precum dripping onto my stomach.
A guttural groan slips out, my back arching, grip tightening on his dick. “You’re making a mess on me.”
His eyes lock onto my abs, and his hips punch forward harder. Faster. As if he likes what he sees.
Oh, fuck.
Ryan starts moving frantically. His eyes close, features scrunched, and his fingers curl into a fist against the wall.
“Eyes on me, baby.” I try to loosen my grip on him, but he doesn’t let me, his hand tightening on mine. “Ryan, look at me.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he opens his eyes.
“Do you need to stop?”
He shakes his head, hips bucking forward more and back arching when he rocks the opposite way, grinding down hard.
I grunt, my dick aching and needing to come. But I can’t read his expression, can’t tell if he’s pushing himself too much. And that’s what matters right now. “Ryan?”
He doesn’t answer. But when he grinds backward again, the tip of my dick presses against his clothed creaseand his eyes slam shut as the filthiest moan from him fills the room.
I almost come from that sound.
“Is that what you want, baby? My dick inside you?” Every nerve in my groin lights up when he whines. “That why your eyes are closed? You picturing it? Me sliding into your tight hole?”
