He ran his fingers over the tip of my cock, which had dampened the fabric of my boxers, and I moaned softly, rocking up into his hand again.
“Fucking Christ, Milo…You’re so fucking sexy… the sounds you make kill me.” His voice came out in a low, masculine rumble. “That first time you took a bite of that cinnamon bun, and you moaned… Jesus, I’ve been beating off to that sound all week.”
“What? Really?” I meeped, and his eyes met mine, his gaze dark and serious.
“Yes, really.” He slipped out of his pants, and in one smooth motion, he ripped the last barrier between us down my legs.
I gasped as the cool air of the room hit my hot, swollen cock, and I watched in awe as Jay removed his boxers, too.
His cock washuge.It hung thick and heavy between his toned thighs, and a gush of precum leaked out of my tip at the sight of it.
Jay’s hungry eyes didn’t miss anything. He watched the pearly beads form, and he licked his lips.
“So hard for me.” He leaned back over my chest, and the heat from his naked body snaked around me like a warm, comforting blanket.
His heavy cock slid against mine, and we both groaned at the contact.
“Fuuuck…”Jay panted, holding himself over me with his hand beside my head. He humped into me, intentionally gliding himself up and down my shaft, and I whimpered, rolling my hips up to meet him.
“Your cock is just as perfect as the rest of you…” he breathed, wrapping his hand around both of our dicks and stroking them together.
An explosion of pure ecstasy ripped up my spine, and I choked on a moan as he sank his tongue back into my mouth, licking me into submission while he continued to lazily tug our cocks in tandem.
My body was on fire, and I couldn’t catch my breath. Every inch of me wanted to be touching him, and the feelings his hand and his cock were drawing out of me were like nothing I’d ever felt before.
“You like that, baby? You like it when I touch you there?”
“Yes… I like itso much…”I panted, and he kissed me over and over again.
The corner of my mouth, the apples of each of my cheeks. My nose. My forehead. My throat.
“How far do you want to go tonight, Milo?” he asked, already kissing another path down my chest. He paused to draw one of my nipples into his mouth, and I let out a mewling sound as he rolled the tip sharply between his teeth.
“Do you want me to suck on this perfect cock?” he asked, and my mind went blank.
Yes… fuck yes, I wanted that.
Another rush of precum gushed out of me, and he chuckled at the sight of it.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” he murmured. Leaning back over me, he traced my lips with two fingers and gave me a dangerous smile.
“Suck, sweet boy. Get my fingers wet, please.”
Thatpleasehit me hard again, and I found myself obeying, and his eyes darkened as I opened for him.
“Mmm…Good Milo.That’s sogood,” he hummed, sliding his fingers into my mouth and stroking them against my tongue. “You look so pretty with my fingers in your perfect mouth…”
He stared at me as he slid his fingers against my tongue, his own cock dripping tiny puddles of cum on my abdomen as he gently fucked my mouth with his hand.
I choked slightly as he curled them down my throat, and he frowned, pulling them back out a bit so I could get my bearings.
“You’re okay. Just breathe. You’re doing so good for me, Milo, just a little more. Get them as wet as you can.”
Fervently and desperate to please, I suckled on his fingers and allowed saliva to pool, doing my best to get his fingers as wet and sloppy as possible.
“That’s it, baby…” he purred, his tender expression flooding with a heart-melting look of approval. “Good job. Bend your knees,” he ordered, and I slid up the couch slightly so I could do what he said.
My brain was mush as he settled between my thighs. With his wet fingers, he traced my crack and used his free hand to stand my hard cock up like a spear before him.
