I didn’t even have time to regret it; he immediately started stroking my dick.He spit on my dickhead, smoothed it down over the length, and worked me slow and tight.The other hand slipped backward again, so his fingertips pressed against my taint.If I shifted just right, hebarelypressed into my hole.When he didn’t stop me, I kept doing it, making just the tiniest, almost somatic movement in rhythm with his hand wringing out my cock.
The circuit started to close again, electricity jumping all through my veins.My balls felt so fucking heavy, pulled up and tight, and I wanted so, so badly to empty them all over his hand and face and t-shirt.My internal rhythm stuttered as I tried to grind down on his fingers harder, to get more of him inside me.
He slipped his fingers out from under me and let go of my dick.It swayed there, dripping again, and I made a sound I didn’t even know I was capable of.Not even Drake’s toys and tricks had gotten it out of me, gut-wrenching and pleading and pathetic.
Taran’s wet mouth fell open, and he leaned back on his heels, gaze sliding up and down me appreciatively.
I wanted to kiss him.I wanted to scream at him.I wanted to rip off his jeans, free the fat bulge down his right thigh, and bounce on it like someone was going to take it away.Instead I just writhed, lifting my hips to fuck into nothing, making my cock jump.For one thing, it felt fucking good, and for another, I was hoping it’d tempt him to touch me again.
His swollen lips formed a littleoand he blew out a long sigh.“You should see yourself, baby.”
My skin pebbled up with pleasure.I realized I was still holding the controller and put it aside, sliding one hand up my own belly.I pushed my tank top up, showing off my hard stomach, then my Leo tattoo---which I knew he fucking loved.I kept going, rubbing my hard nipple with my thumb, making my dick jump again.“Fuck,” and I moaned again.
He licked his lips, rubbed his cock through his jeans.
“You like teasing the fuck out of me?”I huffed.I still had very little blood to spare for my brain, but I was starting to come out of the spiral of stupid again.
“Is it obvious?”
“Could be more obvious.”I focused on his dick, struggling to get out of those jeans.“Lemme see?Please?”
He pulled out his belt in one incredibly hot motion.Then undid his button and zipper.His fat cock shaft bulged out of the front slit in his boxers, still trying to escape.
I whimpered again, then bit at my bottom lip to try and stop it.Too late, though.I toyed with my own nipple, not wanting to blink, not wanting to miss a goddamn thing.
He lifted his heavy cock, letting it all out the front slit.So fucking juicy, the head glistening with precum, proof that he was having almost as much fun as I was.
“I want it,” I whispered, making my dick jump again, rocking my hips.“God, I fucking want it.”
He lifted up onto his knees again, slid his shorts and jeans down, peeled them off while I watched and writhed desperately.His heavy balls hung higher than usual, tightened with his dick, and his cock stood out straight, straining.
“More than you wanna cry?”he asked with an almost goofy, crooked little smile.
“Ah!”I pinched my nip hard, sending electricity through my whole body and straight into my cock.“Both.I want both.”
“Greedy.”His smile straightened out, and he leaned forward, pushing my knees apart.He licked up my cock again, then went down on me---still agonizingly slowly, controlled.
My head spun.At first, I tried to fuck into him, but he stilled me with that hand at my hip again, made me relax into his careful pace.My whole body---except my dick, obviously—melted into the couch.Everything was so hypersensitive, focused on his warm, wet mouth, the smoothness of his tongue, the slickness of his spit, I just gave up and let it happen.
I felt myself leaking, ready to cum again, this time with a faint ache in my balls just to take it to the next level.Sure enough, he pulled up, leaving me wet and throbbing again.I sucked in air, a sound almost like a sob.
He buried his face in my belly, still exposed, and nuzzled me.My cock caught on his t-shirt, and I had a wild urge to grab him and frot until I came all over his tits.“Fucking agony,” I croaked.
“You make it look so good,” he murmured into my navel.“I could do this all night, Diego.”
I shuddered at the sound of my name like that, rough and adoring.“Would you?If I wanted?”
“Anything you want,” he murmured.
But edging the fuck out of me had been all his idea; I sure as fuck never had the patience to do it myself.It had been his idea, and his execution, and my whole world had shrunken down to him and me and this couch and my need to nut spectacularly and soon.
“Just a little more,” I whispered, once I caught my breath.
He jerked me off slowly again, spitting when it started to get sticky, petting my aching balls in his free hand.My ass was halfway off the seat by then, so I angled toward him, and he took the hint, pressing two fingers into my hole.He let me rock against them, stretching myself, giving me just that little hint of the hot fullness of his cock in me.This time, when I felt myself standing on the edge, I pulled back and whimpered.He let me go and murmured, “Wow.Really fucking good.”
I shuddered full body, groaning as a deep ache sliced through my belly.Fuck, I was pretty much always horny, but this was… this was fucking…
I’d think of what it was later, actually.No words.Just cum.Or my balls were gonna fucking explode.“Please,” I managed.
