“I know.”
“But I do want to touch you. Can I?”
“You can do whatever you want.”
His hands were on my chest, gently squeezing my pecs while I dragged my fingers up along the muscles on his back, hooking my hands on his shoulder. “Can I suck you?” I asked, my mouth watering at the mere thought of it.
“No, not until I clear it with Godara,” he said. I was disappointed but I understood his caution. “Touch me instead.” He thrust his hips forward. I ripped off my gloves and tossed them to the ground. I’d never unbuttoned a pair of pants faster in my life. I shoved his trousers down to his thighs and admired his thick cock, jutting out at me.Hello, old friend.In a matter of seconds I had both our dicks out, my palm slick with spit, rubbing us together. Slowly but with intent.
“Fuck,” Cipher uttered, sounding so far gone already. He leaned into me with his casted forearm resting against the wall. I wanted to make his pretty eyelids flutter and his eyes roll back into his head. See his stoic mouth curve in pleasure and the veins in his neck strain when he finally allowed himself to let go. “That feels good, baby. Keep going.” He rocked his hips forward to thrust upward into my hand.
“You like it slow,” I told him. “You like to make it last.”
“Yeah,” he said. His thighs pressed against mine where he’d backed me up against the wall. “I like to make you wait.”
“I finish too quickly,” I said, but on the bright side, I also had a fast recovery time.
“No, you’re perfect. Fuck, let me try. Spit on my hand.” I did as ordered and he took over, stroking us both with his long, dextrous fingers. It always felt ten times better when he did it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in, using the leverage to grind against him, our hip bones knocking against each other as pulses of heat licked up my spine. The pressure was building, my balls tightening a little more with every tug. I wanted to explode, my cock so sensitive that every pass of his rough calluses over my skin made me whimper with pleasure. I was already there but trying so hard to hold back.
“So good,” I murmured, leaning into him, giving myself over to him completely.
“You gonna come, baby?” he coaxed while pumping me with expert precision, knowing exactly what I wanted.
“Yeah,” I murmured with my head against his shoulder as I tried to remember to breathe.
“Do it then,” he commanded and the grit in his voice really worked for me. My cock pulsed once, twice, and then I erupted, cum shooting up and over his fist, glazing his knuckles. There was a lot of it. It had been awhile.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come. Now turn around,” he said.
I did as he commanded, bracing myself against the wall with the heels of my hands. Cipher yanked down my pants so that they gathered at my knees. I spread my legs wider to make room. “This okay?” he asked with his hot, hard length pressing up against me.
“More than okay,” I said.
He spat again, then pushed his slick cock between my upper thighs, simulating penetration, reminding me of our first morning together in Promised Land. I flexed my legs, tightening the channel for him to get off. “God, you feel so good.” His good arm wrapped around my chest, holding me in place. “So fuckingsweet, so sexy baby. I’ve been dreaming about this for so long. Want to fuck you so bad.” His nose was on my neck, then it was his mouth, sucking a bruise onto the soft skin there. “You smell like heaven.”
He stroked between my thighs, nudging at my balls from the back. I angled my hips to give him more depth, wishing we were doing it for real.Soon.I loved every pant and shudder, every word of praise he whispered to me. A few more thrusts and he suddenly pulled back, aiming his cum at the ground while pumping himself for the last few strokes. I turned slowly with my pants still down around my knees and watched him slowly recover.
“Damn, I needed that,” he said.
“Me too.”
“Stay there while I clean up.” I waited patiently while he untied his handkerchief from around his neck and used it to wipe off his hand before tucking the cloth inside his pocket. Then he pulled up my pants, tucked my soft cock back inside my underwear, and buttoned me up. “I really want to kiss you,” he said with longing.
I craved the closeness, the natural conclusion to our intimacy, but I wasn’t going to force it–we were on his timeline–so I simply watched and waited.
“I’ll talk to Godara about it,” he said at last, tearing his eyes away from my mouth.
Before he could walk away, I pulled him into a tight hug. “I love you,” I said and he gripped me back tightly.
“I love you too. Sorry for jumping you there. I just couldn’t take it any longer.”
“I’ve wanted it too. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Have you?”
“Well, yeah. I wanted you to make the first move. I didn’t want to take advantage.”
He cracked a wide smile. “Please, take advantage.”
