Sneaking a hand between us, I wrapped my fingers around his wood and jerked him off at the same pace as my thrusts. He stiffened, moaned out my name—which sounded more like a prayer—and his cock erupted, cum splattering both our stomachs, sticky and warm. As tempted as I was to slide down his body and taste his spunk, I was too close to the edge, and with a few more shoves inside his tight hole, I exploded into the condom, filling it up. My orgasm was like a freight train hitting me. My world tipped and spun and I groaned as I emptied every bit of juice I had in my nuts until I thought they’d shrivel.
I collapsed on top of Darcy, who kissed my sweaty forehead. “How does it feel to rely on all your other senses?”
“Amazing. Phenomenal.” He laughed, and the sound was even more pleasurable to hear than him coming.
I slid out and sighed as I slipped off the condom and tied it up. Petting a finger down his cheek, I stood, careful not to fall over from the shaking in my knees. “Let me throw this in the trash, and I’ll go get a washcloth and wipe you down.”
“Mm.” Darcy’s murmur was barely audible, and he yawned.
“We’ll nap, too,” I said and tracked back to my desk. One of us must have kicked my trash can earlier because it took me a second to find it, set it on its bottom, and drop the used condom in there. I was headed back to Darcy when the dizziness hit me. It was fast and disorienting, and I froze in the middle of the room, my dark world tilting.
“Brooks?” Darcy yawned again, then sighed. “Can you untie me? My hands hurt.”
“Darcy….” I inhaled sharply, my brain trying to catch up to what was happening.
The world went black.
