“Fuck,Stone,” he cries through gritted teeth, gripping my hips with punishing force.
“Harder,” I beg.
“Unbelievable,” he mutters.
He shifts his hips to gain more power, and the head of his cock swipes over my prostate, followed by the drag of that goddamn metal barbell. Once, twice, and I’m fucking gone.
My body bucks against him, and my dick jerks erratically, showering my sheets in cum.
And then I feel it.
Warmth spreads inside me, and Hanlon’s dick glides with even more ease as he groans his way through his orgasm behind me.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck.” Each word is accompanied by another slap of his skin against mine.
There’s a total disconnect between my body and my brain because my dick is still rock solid despite coming harder than I ever have in my entire life. Meanwhile, my brain is totally unwilling to process a thing.
There’s increased weight against my back, and when I turn my head, I see Hanlon has draped himself over me and is planting kisses between my shoulder blades.
After a minute of silence, he finally says, “You can come without your dick being touched?”
I shrug as best I can in this position. “Guess so.” It doesn’t seem that remarkable. I mean, it’s not like I could control it, or had to practice, or anything.
“I’m never going to be able to concentrate on anything else as long as I live,” Hanlon says.
He slides out of me gently, his piercing swiping my prostate once more, and I roll over to lie on my back. He notices my still-swollen cock immediately.
“Did I…shit.Did I read that wrong? I could have sworn you came.”
“I did,” I tell him. “I’m lying in the wet-spot of proof if you’d like to see it.”
“Then how…? You’re some kind of miracle, you know that?”
His words spread throughout my chest, piercing my heart with a love-sick arrow. I’m getting unexpectedly emotional about all this until his hand wraps around my dick, and I’m lost to the physical sensations once more.
Hanlon moves to straddle my hips, one hand on my cock, the other groping my pecs as my mouth falls open and I run my palms along his muscular thighs. It only takes another second before I’m thrusting into his hand.
“That’s it, baby. You gonna come again for me?” His voice is low, deep, and raspy from his previous exertion, echoing in my balls.
“Yes,” I moan, wanting him to keep talking.
“This poor, neglected cock just needed the right person to come along and unlock every filthy, depraved thing it’s ever wanted to do. And that person is me, isn’t it?” he asks.
“Mmhmm,” I mutter, writhing on the mattress.
“Fuck, Stone, I want to taste you again. Everything about you is so fucking delicious, from your ass to your crown, baby. But you tell me. Do you want my mouth or my hand?”
“Mouth,” I immediately reply.
“Good choice,” he says, sliding down my body.
Using a combination of his tongue and his hand on my dick along with two fingers in my ass, Hanlon drives me straight to the edge for the second time in five minutes. When he expertly—and repeatedly—flexes his fingers over my prostate while lavishing my crown with hot pleasure from his mouth, my load threatens to drown him.
Myhands fly to the back of his head as I fuck his perfect throat until the edges of my vision are blurry.
My dick finally starts to deflate but stalls about halfway through, and for a second, I think it’s about to refill. It’s actually kind of painful.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Hanlon says.
