However, I needn’t have worried. He was still very much asleep and clearly having a sexy dream.
A sexy dream about me.
Blood rushed to my cock, and my gaze fell to his hips, which were now rocking back and forth methodically.
His cock was so hard the tip of it was peeking out of the top of his waistband.
I licked my lips.
He’d been so good today.
He earned a bit of a reward.
Before I could stop myself, I reached out and brushed my fingers gently down his shaft over his soft, cotton boxers.
He moaned softly and rocked his hips again, dragging himself back and forth over the tips of my stationary fingers.
I knew he was hanging by a thread. I’d put him through a lot over the last two days, and like he said, he was twenty-one.
When I was twenty-one, I wasn’t sure I could have endured what I put him through without some form of release.
His balls were probably sore.
I slid my fingers down his shaft and gently cupped him over his boxers.
He let out a sleepy whine, and a jolt of need shot straight through my dick.
“Fuck…”I hissed. His balls were stiff and drawn up tight. So full of cum, just waiting to be released…
With a flat palm, I rubbed him in a petting motion, enjoying the feeling of his hot cock beneath the soft cotton of his boxers. I alternated between rubbing down his length and carefully massaging his balls between my fingers. With my free hand, I gently tugged down his waistband a bit so I could see his fat, pink head more clearly.
Oh yeah. He was leaking like crazy.
“You need to come, don’t you, you little imp?” I whispered, continuing my gentle but consistent strokes up and down his shaft.
He was frowning again, and his head was rocking back and forth as if he needed to come so bad it almost hurt.
A small smile quirked at the corner of my mouth as I felt his dick surge beneath my fingers. This wouldn’t take long. I was barely touching him, and I could already tell he was close.
“Riddick…” he whined again in his sleep, humping up into my hand, chasing the feeling of my fingers.
A pleasant, warm sensation curled in my gut at the sound of my name escaping those puffy lips of his. Everything about him was just so…suckable.I wanted to bite and nip at those lips until he said my name again.
Instead, I just continued to gently stroke him.
“That’s it, Finn. You did so good today. I’m going to make you come so you’re not sore tomorrow.” I licked my lips, staring at the glossy pink tip of his cock in anticipation.
My own dick was hard as fuck now, and I wanted to watch him shoot his load more than I had ever wanted anything.
“Be a good boy and come for me, Finn,” I murmured, and even though his eyes never opened, he groaned like he heard me.
Then, his cock started pulsing in my hand, and I tugged his waistband down a little farther so his boxers wouldn’t obstruct my view of his orgasm.
“Fuck,yes, Finn. That’s so good. Look at you coming for me like a good boy,” I murmured, my voice so rough and quiet I could barelyhear it myself.
I continued to leisurely rub him as I watched cum spurt out of his tip in beautiful, thick lines.
It splattered up his stomach and under his jaw, and I nearly came in my own shorts at the sight of it.
