“Still feel good, Stud?” I ask.
“Uh-huh.” He drops his chin into a quick nod, mouth open as he pants and eyes hooded with lust.
He focuses his gaze on me briefly. “Is that —how much do you have inside of me?”
“Just a finger so far. How does it feel?”
“Different.” He huffs out a little laugh. “But it’s really good.”
“Think a little more might feel better?”
I see his swallow bob in his throat a moment before he gives me that same quick nod. “Uh-huh. Please.”
As I start finger-fucking him a little faster, I take the head of his cock in my mouth and run my tongue around his crown. When his hips jerk up, I slide that finger out most of the way so I can add a second one.
“Oh God —is that two?”
I take my mouth off his cock. “Yeah. Is that OK?”
“Yeah. Just go slow, huh?”
“Mm-hmm,” I answer around his cockhead. It doesn’t take as long as I expect before Ran is moaning again as I work those twofingers inside of him. I curl them and drag them along his inner walls until I find what I’m looking for.
“Oh,fuck!”Ran’s exclamation is a shout. “Oh my God, I don’t —what the —”
I grin as he babbles unintelligibly. “That feel good, Stud?”
“Ohh,mmm, yeah —so go-ohhhh—”
I snake my tongue out and wrap it around the head of his dick before I slide my lips all the way down his shaft while I have my fingers inside of him. When he thrusts his hips up to get deeper down my throat, I let him choke me on his dripping cock so he can hear and feel the way it muffles the groan of need that vibrates in my throat. The hard ridge of his crown pushes against the sides of my throat as I take him deeper until his swollen cock cuts off my air.
I go back to stroking my fingers over his prostate. Ran’s hips buck a half-second before he arches his back with a cry as he spills down my throat. I pull up in time to catch the last drops on my tongue so I can taste him. We’re both breathing hard as I crawl up to lie next to him. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat gradually slow.
22
AARYN
Irealize I must’ve drifted off when I wake up to Errol’s voice. “This thing we have,” he says, his voice a low murmur. “Do you think it's real? Do you think it could be? Please, Ran — I really, really want it to be.”
With my glasses off, the view out the window is hazy, but I can tell it’s dark out. What time is it? How long have we been here like this? Did Errol fall asleep, too? Or has he just been lying half on top of me, like the world’s warmest, heaviest weighted blanket?
“Hmm?” I say, just to give myself a second to reorient my mind.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. And never mind.” Errol sighs. It was stupid.”
“No. I’m sure it wasn’t. You think everything you say it stupid and it never is,” I chide him. “I’m sorry, I just — I think I kind of drifted off a little.”
Errol laughs softly. “You were out for about an hour. I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“You fall asleep, too?” My voice is still fuzzy with sleep.
“Nope. I didn’t want to. It was just... so nice being here. I didn’t want to miss it.” His voice dips to a whisper at the end before he pushes himself up. “Sorry.”
“For what?”
“I wasn’t crushing you?”
“Nope. You feel good.” Even though Errol is an inch or two taller and considerably heavier than me, there’s something so goddamn endearing about the way he sort of tucks himself up against my body. It makes me feel like I’m the big, strong one between the two of us.
