Fucking Christ, he was a trip. I’dneverhad anyone so eager for it, and to say I’d done a lot of fucking was probably the understatement of the century. The way I saw it, my cock was a high-maintenance performance machine and it needed constant servicing. I’d never had a problem finding willing twinks to take care of that for me, but Sean… damn. He was something else. Something special.
I popped the button on his jeans one-handed, totally getting off on how readily he was letting me keep his arms pinned over his head and do whatever the fuck I wanted. “Okay if I take these off for you, baby?”
“Yes,” he gasped, pupils blowing wide as he stared at me. “Please, Tyson. You can… you can do anything. You don’t have to ask.”
My cock pulsed, so hard that I almost thought I was going to embarrass myself.
“Jesus,” I hissed, holding onto my control by a thread. “You shouldn’t say something like that to a guy.”
Sean blinked up at me. “I wouldn’t,” he said, sounding breathless and a little dazed. “Not to ‘a guy,’ just toyou, Tyson. You can do anything you want. I… I like it. I want you to. I just… I can’t believe you really want to touch me like this.”
“Oh my God, you’re killing me,” I said, pulling him away from the wall and laying him out on the couch instead. “Lift your hips for me,” I ordered, my tongue feeling thick in my mouth as I sank down to the floor on my knees next to him. “How could I not want to touch you? You’re fucking beautiful. So fucking sweet. Just look at you.”
He flushed pink, his eyes going almost dreamy as he did what I’d told him to and raised his hips up for me. I pulled his jeans and briefs down as far as his thighs—wanting him naked but too impatient to get him there—and…dammmmmmmmn. His cock was just as pretty as I’d suspected. Compact and gorgeous, just like the rest of him, and dripping wet at the tip.
…wet forme.
“You’re incredible, Sean,” I muttered, dragging my hands over his sweet little body again as my mouth started running away from me, spilling shit out that I had no control over… especially not when all those hot little moans and desperate, needy gasps started tumbling out of his mouth. “Gonna make it good for you too, sweetheart, just like you deserve. Gonna take care of you. Love living with you so much, andthis, touching you, it’s just… Jesus, it’s icing on the cake.”
He lay still, chest heaving, letting me do whatever the fuck I wanted. Being so good for me. Being fuckingperfect. His cock looked ready to explode, the head slick and wet and the shaft throbbing before my eyes, and when I finally reached for it, a hot surge of pure possession made my balls draw up tight.
No one but me had ever touched him before, I was sure of it. Not something I’d ever have thought I gave a single solitary shit about with a guy, but with Sean?
“This ismine,” I growled, my hand closing around his shaft for the first time.
“Yes yesyes,” Sean practically sobbed, gripping my arm with both hands as he pushed that sweet little cock up into my fist. And then, without any further warning, he was coming, pulsing in my hand. Hot, creamy spurts spilling over my fist in waves as he clung onto me and gasped out his release. He was fuckinggorgeous.
“Ohfuck, baby,” I groaned, using his cum to stroke him through it, push him higher, watch in awe as he shook and shattered in front of me and came completely undone just from the feel of my hand on his cock.
It went on for-fucking-ever, and I can honestly say that even though I was rock hard and aching, I wasn’t even thinking of getting myself off. Wasn’t thinking of a single damn thing excepthim. Because getting Sean off? Oh,hellyeah. Fuck football or the pansy-ass major I’d picked just to satisfy my athletic scholarship requirements.Thiswas what I was here for.
“T-T-Tyson,” he finally stuttered, dragging his eyes open to stare up at me with something a lot like wonder glowing in them.
“Right here,” I said, which felt like… like some kind ofpromise.
That should have scared me, right?
Right?
Jesus. What was he doing to me? Because I had to bite my fucking tongue—literally, not just a figure of speech—to keep from making evenmorecrazy promises, the kind that were one hundred percent not me at all. But even worse? I was sorely tempted...notto flip him over and bury my cock in his ass like I should have been about now, but to lean down and take that sweet mouth of his. That’s right, just tokisshim.
Kissing had never really been my thing—as far as I’d always been concerned, I’d rather see a pretty mouth like Sean’s put to use around my dick than wasted on some not-gonna-get-anyone-off liplock—and kissing him the way I was suddenly dying to?Tenderlyor some bullshit, like I wanted to… tothankhim? As if him coming for me had been a gift he’d given me, even though I’d been the one to gethimoff?
That kind of kissing had “danger” written all over it in flashing, big-ass neon letters, definitely a warning sign on the edge of R-word territory… but fuck if I didn’t almost slip up and do it anyway. But then Sean’s eyes flicked down to my shorts, his breath catching as he bit onto that plush lower lip of his and his cheeks flushing pink all over again.
Jesus, did he want my cock now?
He’d just come his brains out, but the look on his face—one part intimidated and about a million parts yearning—got my priorities back on track. Enough with the needing-to-kiss-him bullshit. I was a goddamn steel rod about to fucking burst.Thatwas my priority.
I let go of his softening dick and surged to my feet, shoving my shorts down as I stood.
“Don’t move,” I growled, my cock slapping up against my stomach the minute I freed it and leaving a long, slick smear across the dark happy trail leading down to my junk. “Don’t fuckingmove, Sean,” I ordered again, wrapping my hand around it.
He nodded, flushed and beautiful and so damn compliant that I couldn’t help wanting to do dirty, wicked things to him.
“Okay,” he promised, wide-eyed and innocent-looking as he lay there like a sweet, cum-covered angel I couldn’t wait to defile. “I’ll be good for you, Tyson. I promise.”
“Oh, fuck,” I gritted out, those breathless words of his shooting through me like lightning. I hadn’t managed more than three hard strokes, but I wasdone. “Fuck fuckfuck, baby.”
