Once I release the sheet, his hand presses against mine. His fingers twine between mine slowly and I don’t know why, butthat feels so fucking erotic. I can’t put it into words, but I somehow feel the action inside me. I groan, long and low. My hips rocks on their own and I think I brush my dick against him. Which makes me whimper.
The sensation of something touching my cock is too much. I’m throbbing now. With need. Desperation. Though I try like fuck to hold still, I rock again and this time I know I brush him. There’s no mistaking it.
Lo lets go of my hand, but before I can grip the bed again, he presses it to his stomach. His muscles twitch under my touch. With his hand over mine, he slides them up his skin until my palm rests over his racing heart.
His hand rests there for a minute, keeping mine right where he wants it, before he traces back up my arm again and around to my back. Along my ribs, my waist, until he can grip my hip. He pulls me closer. Closer. Until we’re just barely not pressed together.
My hand pressed between us against his heart keeps us slightly apart. But his body heat is fucking hot. A furnace. With every struggled breath, our dicks brush through our underwear.
Everything in me wants to let go and enjoy this man. Obviously, he wants me. Even though it’s clear I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. Maybe I have the hang of kissing, but it’s hard to concentrate on that when we’re so close. When he’s touching me.
My dick aches and I can’t keep my hand where it is anymore. I slide it down between us, ignoring the way it brushes his erection, and grab mine in a hard fist. I moan pathetically.
Lo’s mouth comes off mine and I suck in a breath, keeping my eyes squeezed shut so I don’t have to look at him. Is he disgusted?
“You okay?” he murmurs. His voice has been nothing but sexy since I first heard him speak, but right now with it deep and scratchy and filled with heat, it makes my cock leak.
I nod.
“Can I touch you?”
A shudder runs through me as I bite my lip. “You already are,” I whisper after a minute.
He huffs quietly, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and biting gently. A pulse of arousal shoots down to my balls and I groan. Probably loudly. Which makes my cheeks heat.
“Your dick, Caulder. Can I touch your dick?” he clarifies.
Oh god I want him to. Before I can stop myself, I’m nodding.
“You can tell me to stop at any time,” he promises quietly.
I nod again. His mouth returns to mine, though our kisses aren’t nearly as urgent and heated as they were. It’s as if he’s allowing me the opportunity to speak if I need to. But all I can do is focus on where his hand has landed over mine where it squeezes my dick tightly.
As he had with my hand on the bed, he gently and patiently eases my hold and removes my hand. His replaces it. Without his mouth over mine swallowing the sounds I make, they’re loud in my head. Loud in the room. They’re embarrassing. He’s barely touching me. Not even my skin.
“Can I move these?” he asks quietly, tugging gently at the elastic of my underwear.
I nod.
Lo pulls at them a little, just enough so they’re down around my ass cheeks and under my balls, exposing me to him. I can’t open my eyes. They’re squeezed so tightly closed there are stars dancing.
I jerk when the backs of his fingers trail slowly along my length. Ring my cockhead. Press to the slit in my crown. Hetraces a vein all the way to my root before cupping my balls and gently tugging on them.
If you ask me, the sounds I’m making are rabid. They’re sick and depraved and I need them to stop. But he feels so good touching me that I can’t.
After further exploration that feels like a week has gone by, his hand circles me and he gives me one long stroke along my shaft. My hips jerk into his hand. Fuck, I need to come.
“Can I put my mouth on you?” Lo asks.
“Oh god,” I whimper, nodding wildly.
He chuckles. “You’re really sexy, Caulder. You know that?”
My cheeks heat.
His mouth presses to mine again before he starts moving down my body. There’s something wild about it. When I don’t have the solid form of his body pressed to mine, his heat seeping into me, his hand firmly on the back of my head, I feel like I’m going to burst apart.
Slowly, his mouth moves along my torso as he drops between my legs. I’m leaking by the time he reaches my crown. Keeping me on my side, Lo brings my top leg over his head, hooking the back of my knee over his shoulder. His hand moves below that leg, arm curling over it as he toys with my cock by just moving barely, touching my dick with with the tips of his fingers.
