Peyton grabbed my shoulder, steadying himself. I appreciated the throbbing pulse of his cock in my hand and started to lose myself in his drawn-out need, but then I remembered the time.
I perked my ear up, listening to the playlist progress. Thirty minutes, maybe, and I needed to use them.
I released his nipple and made my way down, kissing across his belly and to his cock. I swallowed him immediately, covering his shaft in my saliva and drowning myself in the salty taste of his leaking precum. I gripped myself, too, pumping along. Like last time, we immediately fell into each other’s rhythm, and Peyton grabbed my shoulder as he thrust to my throat.
With a grunt, I pulled my lips back. I could blow Peyton all night, but there was too much more to do. I grabbed his thighs, then licked his balls, tonguing them until I sucked his sack in my mouth. Peyton groaned, guttural and uncontrolled, and I swirled my tongue.
His knees shook, vibrating against me. I felt his building orgasm, flaring with my own as heat coiled through me. “Back,” I gasped. “The couch.”
Peyton found the couch, and I stayed there on the ground, kissing and sucking at his balls. I pushed my fingers back, exploring the tender area behind his sack, and Peyton started to thrust his hips down. I knew he didn’t want me putting anything inside of him, but he kept grinding his hips, so I just made my fingers stiff. I toyed back to his spot, then stroked to his balls again, over and over while he groaned my name.
Fuck, he was going to explode. It was like every nerve on his body was raw and untouched, like he’d been waiting for me to ignite him.
I fucking loved it.
“Right here,” I growled, stroking back and forth, pushing my fingers against his throbbing prostate and then dragging a firm pressure to his balls. “This is my new favorite place to touch on you.”
Peyton’s legs kicked out, another shock of pleasure hitting him. “Uh-huh,” he grunted.
When I looked up, I saw his contorted face and the sweat dripping at his blindfold. I needed to kiss him so bad, I crawled myself up, pushing him down to the couch. Our big bodies barely fit there together, but we pressed tight, squeezing close. He was strong enough to push back against me, wrestling me as our chests rubbed and we frotted like horny teenagers.
“Fuck, I can feel you everywhere,” Peyton grunted.
On top, I leaned back and slapped my cock against his, earning a full-body twitch from Peyton. “Hell yeah,” I told him, then pumped my fist up our shafts, slicking us with precum. “You’re so sexy, Peyton.”
He bit down on his lip, seeming to battle back an orgasm. “Here,” he grunted as he reached in the general direction of my cock. “Want you in my mouth.”
I grinned. I loved that he was figuring out what he wanted. “Ask for it,” I told him.
“Fuck.” He let out a raspy chuckle and shook his head. “Can I suck your cock, Jet?”
To answer, I slid my cock up his length, then crawled up to Peyton’s shoulders. He was flat on his back while I fed him my cock. The hot suction of his lips was like heaven, and I rode back and forth slowly, gliding deeper each time.
Peyton grabbed my cock and pulled me out of his mouth, then sucked my balls in. He swirled his tongue, playing with my sack like I had played with his, and the rolling, torturous heat flamed the coals at my base.
Pearly precum leaked down my shaft, and when I looked down with a groan, I saw the smear of it on his beard. With one hand, Peyton jerked his cock, and with the other, he pushed his fingers back, exploring behind my balls and massaging.
“Fuck!” I slammed my palm against the wall. I didn’t usually bottom. It wasn’t totally off-limits, but it had been ages, and when Peyton kept pushing his fingers further, that part of my body shot to life. I fell forward on my knees as he slid behind me. Then I arched my back, offering myself in case he wanted to explore.
Peyton grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. I grunted his name with surprise as his mouth found my crack and he licked his way to my hole, no hesitation, just the burn of his coarse beard.
Fuck, Peyton was rimming me. I didn’t know how it happened, but I was on my hand and knees against the armrest, thrusting back from my thighs as I gave my hole to Peyton. He explored me, eager but also painfully slow. He swirled my entrance and stroked his slick fingers along my crack, pushing me open, and the warm, wet sensation thickened my throbbing, heavy sack.
The sound of my set leaked into the room. We must have been lost in rubbing each other for longer than I realized because the beats were ticking toward the final minutes.
Peyton’s tongue thrust, pushing into my hole as he grunted. I drove my hips harder, pushing my hole to him as I stroked myself.
“I’m close,” Peyton grunted, pumping his cock faster. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Fuck yeah.” My hole seized, clenching as he dragged his tongue along my rim. “Me, too.”
“Unnnghh!” Peyton groaned, and I slammed my ass to his face. His hot release splattered against my legs right as I hit my orgasm. The waves of pleasure, crashing at my core, erupted through the rest of me, and I shot spray after spray of thick cum into the air while his tongue pierced into me.
“Jet!” Peyton grabbed both of my cheeks, then let out a rough, slow laugh as he kissed my quivering hole.
I turned and collapsed, pulling his sweaty body, stretching out so we could feel each other everywhere. When I looked to his face, his eyes were still covered by the blindfold, and he’d somehow gotten cum in his beard.
I chuckled and pulled the blindfold off, and he blinked in surprise. “You look a fucking mess,” I laughed, then grabbed a tissue from beside the bed. “It’s sexy,” I added.
