“Then come, Liam. I want you to come for me,” I say.
He tugs on his swollen flesh, and then I pull out of him, spinning him around so that he’s now facing me with his ass pressed firmly against the glass. Nothing could turn me on more than the sight before me right now. The wickedly delicious looking man continues to tug on his cock, which to me, looks like he’s fucking himself, and hell if I haven’t seen a hotter sight than that. My eyes narrow in on the head of his cock where precum isclearly evident. I get down on my knees and crawl closer toward him, spreading his legs apart and get between them. I curl my thumb and forefinger around his sack tightly, allowing his balls to hang.
“I’m coming. I’m coming,” he warns.
“Then stop being a fucking tease and come already,” I order.
It only takes a few more tugs, then I open my mouth, grab his cock and shove it between my lips as he shoots his load inside me. When he finishes his climax, I suck his dick, cleaning up any leftover residue of his come, then with my mouth still full, I slide my lips off his cock and get to my feet. I place one hand on the window, over his shoulder, and stroke myself vigorously with my free hand, his come still sitting on my tongue. As I pull on my dick harder, I feel my orgasm approaching quickly, and all it takes is one more long tug of my flesh to have me explode all over him like a fucking teenager who has just had sex for the first time. With a single gulp, I swallow his come all the way down my throat, then give him a satisfying smile.
“How do I taste?” he asks.
“Delicious,” I reply.
“Oh, you missed a spot,” he says.
He takes his thumb and glides it across the corner of my mouth, wiping off the excess come. He lowers his hand but I reach out and grab hold of it quickly, then bring it to my mouth and stick his thumb inside where I suck the come off clean.
“Can’t afford to let anything go to waste. Every last drop counts, after all, the cost of living is expensive nowadays,” I say.
“Is that so?” He chuckles. “Well, in that case, I guess I better not let any go to waste, either.”
He looks down at his stomach, where he slides his forefinger up over his abs and collects some of the come that’s resting there. He then brings it to his mouth and slides it between his lips and I watch as he sucks on it.
“How does it taste, Mr. Samuels?”
“Spectacular, Mr. Lewis.” He leans forward and presses a kiss to my mouth and I can taste the evidence of our fuckfest. “Now how about you help me get cleaned up and cooled down in the shower.”
He takes hold of my hand, then takes a step forward and leads the way into the master bathroom.
Liam
December 21.
The sun’s rays try to peek through my closed curtains as I rub my eyes with the back of my palms. I maneuver myself and roll over so that I’m now staring at … Dylan Lewis. The delicious man lies gloriously naked beside me, and my stomach immediately fills with butterflies. My head is still full of visions from yesterday and how fucking spectacular everything was. And by everything, I mean Dylan. Who would have thought that my brother’s stepbrother-in-law was a horny, hot as fuck sex monster in the bedroom. Not that I’m complaining by any means. After all, what we did was something that would most definitely have been scripted for a porno. Not even I was expecting any of that, and I’m the biggest manwhore out there. Just ask Dean. He’ll tell you the number of times he’s had to peel me off the streets after I’ve had a drunken one-night stand with some guy in a public bathroom at a bar.
But that’s not who Dylan is. The guy is not only my employee, but he’s also a fucking sex god. As he lies fast asleep beside me, I smile at how cute and helpless he looks, just lyingthere, waiting for the world to go by. I lean in closer until my body is almost brushing against the side of his, and my eyes narrow down to where the sheet is conveniently covering his groin area. I look up at his face, his eyes are still closed and I can hear the gentle sounds of his breathing. Carefully, I take hold of the sheet and lower it until it reaches his neatly shaven pubic hair and the top of his cock. He stirs from above me, but his eyes remain closed, so I lower the sheet a little more until his dick springs upward.
He’s hard. Even at this hour of the morning, the gorgeous asshole has a hard-on. Most days I wake up with one too, but it’s usually only after I’ve been playing with myself all night and masturbating. After we showered yesterday and had dinner, we both fell asleep the moment our heads hit the pillow, so I know Dylan wasn’t playing with himself. At least I don’t think he was. I was so exhausted and out of it, a hurricane could have torn through my house and I wouldn’t have felt anything. I continue to lower the sheet so that it sits just underneath his balls. I keep looking up at him, making sure he’s asleep as I slowly and very carefully stretch out my hand and reach for his cock. All of a sudden, as if a bolt of lightning had struck, I feel his firm hand grab hold of my arm, stopping me from reaching my destination.
“Are you just constantly horny all the time?” Dylan says groggily.
“When it comes to you, absolutely. I mean, have you already forgotten what happened yesterday?” I ask.
“No, I haven’t forgotten, and you’re certainly doing a very good job of making me remember,” he replies, finally maneuvering himself up until his back is resting against the headboard of the bed.
“I’m not going to apologize for wanting to touch you,” I confess.
That has him smiling, but he still has a firm hold on my arm.
“Can I have my hand back, please?” I ask.
“Only if you promise to be a good boy,” he says.
“But where’s the fun in that? It’s much nicer being on Santa’s naughty list.”
He rolls his eyes at my sarcastic reply before finally removing his grip on my arm.
“Thank you,” I say, sitting up next to him.
