His hands are still on my hips, our stiff lengths lying flat between our bodies. I’m working on a way to formulate a response when he wraps his hand around my shaft, and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Come on,” he urges me. “Be honest.”
I can’t think straight when he does that. “Um…”
Then he releases my cock and says, “Spit.”
I open my eyes to find his hand open under my chin, so I do as he said, and when he returns his wet palm to my cock, it feels even better. With a whimper, I answer him. “There have been…a couple…people.”
“A couple?” he asks, and I force my eyes open to gauge his reaction. The idea of him being mad at me is debilitating, but he’s wearing a playful smirk, so I take that to mean he’s glad I’ve slept around this year.
Not sure how I feel about that.
“Yeah…just three.”
“Good for you, Shakespeare,” he says, but this time, the smirk fades, and I feel a bit uneasy.
Then he lines our shafts up together and wraps a hand around them, stroking them together, and I feel my hips thrust into his grasp. I couldn’t stop if I tried.
It feels so good.
And the last thing I want to do is talk, but Declan is insistent. “Were they good to you?” he asks.
I nod, a pained expression on my face.
“Did you use protection?”
“Yes.”
“Good boy,” he says, squeezing harder, and I whimper again.
My hand is gripping his arm as he holds me upright. I want to fall into his arms, but the hold on my cock is divine, and I can’t move from this position. His warm, soft shaft feels like heaven against mine. Every familiar inch of him puts me in a trance. Those tight pecs. His thick thighs. The tuft of hair at the base of his cock. It’s all soDeclan, and it’s all I want.
“None of them were you, though,” I mumble breathlessly. It doesn’t register that this might be too intimate or the wrong thing to say.
“You’re fucking right they weren’t,” he replies with a growl.
The next thing I know, he releases our cocks. I glance down to see him pressing the tip of his cock to the tip of mine and my brows pinch together in confusion.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“I want to try something,” he replies.
Still slick with saliva, he slides the foreskin of his cock over the head of mine, and I let out a gasp.
“Declan,” I call, like I’m trying to stop him from hurting himself. He sucks a breath in through his teeth.
“Just hold still.” His face is practically feral with a sneer, and his pupils are dilated. Then he starts stroking, creating a tight sleeve that suddenly takes my breath away.
I clutch tighter to his arm as tingles travel down my spine and goose bumps erupt over my skin.
The sensation is heavenly. Like being wrapped up in him. Like getting to be inside him while he’s also inside me.
My mind is spinning and my body buzzing. I never want this moment to end. And it’s not just the incredible sensation of tight skin and precum around the sensitive head of my dick. It’s that Declan wanted to try this withme. He must have thought about this when we weren’t together. That thought alone nearly sends me over the edge.
He’s stroking rapidly, our chests heaving in sync when I’mjust about to come. My head is thrown back, my eyes closed, and cries of pleasure escape my lips when he says, “Look at me, Shelby.”
I turn my gaze to his face and stare at him, watching him as he slowly comes undone. It’s so vulnerable and intimate, and I’m shocked that he wants me to watch it. His lips are parted, and he’s breathing harshly, swept away by his own orgasm.
