I’m so close. “You’ve got to stop. Please. You’re gonna make me come.”
He positions his face beside my ear, whispering, “Isn’t this what you want?”
That’s not helping any, having his hot breath hit my ear, that voice stirring a whole other level of arousal within me.
I can feel the pressure moving up my shaft…
“No, no.” I grab his hand on my cock, stopping him. “Just stop for a second. You don’t know how close I am.”
He smiles beside my ear.
I remain still, and he stops fucking me for a moment. The pressure remains in that same spot before finally settling. I breathe hard, furiously. I’m trying to control myself, trying to calm myself down. I’m relieved that he didn’t take me too far too quickly. I would have hated myself if I’d disappointed him.
Deep, steady breaths.
Then he starts pushing in again.
I roll my head back as I enjoy the sensation once more, now that I can enjoy it without having to worry about spooging everywhere.
He rubs his hand across my abdomen, and the sensations his fingertips stir is incredible. So fucking incredible.
“I don’t think I can keep it in much longer,” he says.
“Don’t.”
“Fuck.”
Shifting, twisting, I know he’s spewing within the condom. I rub my dick, spilling out before me, my come dripping onto the moss-covered ground.
He pushes up against me, shoving me against the tree, and I relax against it, catching my breath.
God, that felt so incredible. He’s always incredible.
As we fall from our climax together, I think about how nice it is that I could be here to soothe Mikey after that shitty dinner with his family.
20
Three Weeks Later…
I sit at my desk, looking over some notes from our logistics department.
I compare them with the specs our company’s client sent over and their needs for this piece of machinery we’re designing for a glass bottle manufacturer. The new machines will work quicker and integrate several stages rapidly, along with faster sorting into packaging. If we can do it right, we’re talking about creating a goldmine for the company we’re selling it to, but as always, the real obstacle is finding a way to make the changes practical and on a budget. The budget is where the real issue lies. We got back the deets from the owner of the company, and there was a major oversight in the annealing stage of the machinery—something that will cost a lot more money to fix. I’ll have to review this with my boss and smooth things over because he’s not going to be happy.
While I go back through the specs and create my report on this particular design, my phone vibrates. I pull it out and see it’s from Scott.How’s it going, stud?
We’ve been texting back and forth for the past few weeks. Since our conversation in the woods near my parents’ place, he’s become more than my brother’s roomie. He’s a friend of sorts, at least.
The other day, I sent him a Lamb Chop/fisting meme, and he replied with a Mean Girls meme that read, “Why are you so obsessed with me?” It cracked me up and kept me laughing throughout my day.
It’s a shame we’re thousands of miles apart.
What we shared was fun and playful and frisky.
I miss that cute face of his, and I wish we could have shared a few more nights together. Not that we didn’t have a few good throws after the night at my parents’, but I hadn’t grown tired of fucking him.
Not even a little.
I’ve had plenty of sex in my life, but it’s hard to get the hottest sex I’ve ever had out of my head.
