Dylan giggled, the question catching him off guard.
“Yes, please.”
Dr. Schaffer reached between their bodies and found Dylan’s cock, his big hand wrapping around Dylan’s length and giving it a squeeze. His thumb swiped over his slit, and as he started moving his hand up and down, Dylan felt himself careening toward the edge of orgasm with all the grace of a runaway train.
He came with a whine, spilling into Dr. Schaffer’s hand, his hole clamping down on the doctor’s knot and making him growl.
It was over all too soon.
“Didn’t expect you to squeeze down like that,” Dr. Schaffer said, bringing his soiled hand up to his mouth and licking Dylan’s load out of his palm. His eyes were heated. “I should make you come again.”
Dylan shuddered. He was at his limit, and every second that passed he was getting more and more uncomfortable.
“But I won’t,” Dr. Schaffer conceded, tilting Dylan’s head back and bending his neck to give him a sweet kiss.
Dylan could taste himself on the doctor’s tongue. As they made out, Dylan could feel the knot inside of him shrinking, making it difficult to keep the copious amounts of come the doctor had pumped inside of him contained.
“Are you ready to come off?” Dr. Schaffer asked, taking him under his arms and pushing him back so that they were no longer skin to skin. His arms flexed, biceps bulging, and Dylan had a sudden mental image of himself nuzzling into the hard muscle and licking it.
“I’m ready,” he said. He was leaking profusely, and though he tried to clamp his hole shut he just couldn’t manage to close it enough.
Dr. Schaffer hadn’t been kidding when he said he would make him gape.
“Hold tight.” Dr. Schaffer rose to his feet, graceful and easy despite Dylan sitting on his lap, and lifted Dylan off his knot.
Come gushed down Dylan’s thighs, his hole fluttering around the sudden empty space where Dr. Schaffer’s cock had been.
“Let me have a look,” Dr. Schaffer said, hands still under Dylan’s arms. He walked him over to the bench by the wall, away from the chair, and lifted him up on the padded surface, laying him on his stomach.
Dylan shivered as Dr. Schaffer grabbed his cheeks, pulling them apart and looking at his hole.
“Can I take a picture?”
Dylan glanced up over his shoulder to see Dr. Schaffer looking at his hole like a painter might survey a painting they were particularly happy with. The doctor met his gaze. “I won’t show your face.”
“I guess that would be okay,” Dylan mumbled.
Dr. Schaffer reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, leaning his hips forward so that his still hard cock came to rest across Dylan’s butt. He nudged his cock-head against Dylan’s swollen rim and snapped a picture.
“Thanks.” He tucked his phone back into his pants. “My mate is going to be so jealous he missed this.”
Dylan didn’t know where to begin to react to that statement. Everything about it – from the fact that Dr. Schaffer had a mate to the idea that that mate would find a picture of Dylan’s fucked open hole appealing – was simply too much to process.
“Are you cold?”
The question jerked Dylan out of his thoughts. He was naked, and now that Dr. Schaffer mentioned it, he was a bit cold.
His skin had prickled on his shoulders and thighs.
“A little,” he mumbled.
“You’re all sweaty, so it’s no wonder. Let me get you a blanket.”
Dr. Schaffer tucked his cock back into his suit pants – the front of which were messy from all the come Dylan had leaked out of his hole – and grabbed a blanket from the cabinet on the other side of the room. He unfolded it and draped it over Dylan’s body, rubbing his shoulders through the fluffy cotton.
“Better?”
Dylan nodded. He felt all drowsy and relaxed, and the heat of the blanket was nice.
