“Ready, Ryan?”
I knew that meant that he was ready to come. I let my head roll forward and closed my eyes to wait for it.
“Fuck,” I hissed while I felt my ass clamp down on his shaft.
I gripped the countertop harder as his hips stopped pumping and my muscles pulsated around him. Russell’s hand moved from my hip to my dick and he began to stroke it firmly and with gust. I moaned as I felt the heat in my balls build. My orgasm was rapidly approaching and Russell knew it too.
“Come on, Ryan. Let go and come for me,” Russell encouraged.
The sensations were too intense for me to avoid or fend off. I let go of the counter with one hand and pounded my fist down on top of it.
“Let go, Ryan,” Russell instructed as he leaned over me, completely covering my back with his body. “Come on, Ryan.”
I lost control and came. I quickly tried to move my hands to catch the strands of cum as it shot out of me, but Russell grabbed one of my hands to prevent me.
“Let it go, Ryan.”
As I softened, he slowly stroked me, until he had brought me down. He had slipped from me and wrapped both arms around me. My throat was dry and raspy, and my heart was pounding. I looked down at the mess I had made and then in the direction of the oven. Dinner was ruined and I began to panic. It wasn’t just over the dinner though. I was damp back there and cum was all over between my body, the cabinets, and counter.
“Russell—”
“Relax, my boy. Deep breath.”
“But dinner…and I’m a mess.”
“You are not a mess, Ryan. Deep breath.”
I took a deep breath. What was I going to do about dinner? He brought the wine. The wine that started this. Russell kept one arm around me as he took a step towards the oven. He turned it off and cracked open the oven door. The burnt smell filled the kitchen.
He kissed my ear before he pulled his cell phone out of his pants that were somewhat still in place. Russell wrapped his arms around me from behind and held his cell phone in front of me so both of us could see it. He went to a pizza app and entered my address.
“Pepperoni pizza and breadsticks okay with you, my boy?” he asked as he began creating the order.
“Yeah, but—”
“Yes, your butt,” he chuckled and kissed my neck.
Russell placed the order and set his phone down on the counter.
“Delivery time is thirty minutes. That’s the perfect amount of time for us to grab a quick shower and clean up. I want to get this wine off of you.”
“The wine was good,” I laughed.
I couldn’t wait to share this night with April and Kim. They will laugh and have a mini-debate about what set Russell off; me going commando, my button-up dress shirt that was rolled up past my elbows, or the wine.How do they know all of these things?
