His hand pumped faster in rhythm with my efforts, as he began sucking harder on my neck. I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow, but I didn’t care. It felt too damn good. One leg hitched around mine, sending another wave of overwhelming need through me. The way his cock slid along my ass felt like he was fucking me, even though he wasn’t. He was so in tune with me and me with him that our bodies moved together effortlessly as one.
He whispered my name as he used his other hand to lift my balls and I finally let my head fall back against his shoulder, giving in to the waves of desire that crashed over me.
“Ohhh God,” I cried in pure ecstasy as I shot all over his hand and my stomach.
Beckett gasped a moment later and then I felt his release at my back, his cock throbbing against my skin. He stroked me through the orgasm, occasionally kissing my neck, and then we just lay there, both spent.
I wasn’t sure what to think, especially with Beckett’s hand still on my sensitive skin. Cool cum dripped down my sides and between my legs, but I felt no shame or embarrassment like I had with other guys. I was comfortable and at ease in Beckett’s arms.
That was until Becket lifted his hand to his mouth, licking every last drop of my release from his fingers. I had to bite my lip becausefuuuck,that was hot. I could get hard just watching that. Hell, Iwasgetting hard watching that.
That’s when it finally sank in.
Beckett Fucking Sanders just gave me a hand job.
Not just any hand job either, but the best hand job of my entire life. Outside, on my patio. Under the stars. He’d said it was one of his dreams, yet I realized then, it had been one of mine, too. Judging by the contented look in his eyes, he was willing to do it again. Not just willing but longing to. He wasn’t the only one either.
“Let’s clean up and get that dessert you promised me,” he said, leaning in to seal our mouths together. I could taste myself on his tongue, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I wantedhimand hoped like hell I’d havethatdessert before the night was over.
