He palmed my balls, but with the other hand held my cock straight so he could go down on me again.This time, the wet heat of him soothed the ache in me, and I moaned with not just pleasure but relief every time he took me throat-deep.The ache went deeper, and it wasn’t just in my balls and my belly anymore, but all through me; a bone-deep need.I fisted one hand in his hair, careful not to push or pull, and whispered, “God, please.”
He hummed, and I shuddered at the vibration.“Fuck.Oh, fuck.”
He kept going, a little faster now, his cheeks hollowing out as he pulled up, humming as his lips hit my belly.
It fucking hurt so good.Even my nips hurt, one of them rubbing against the soft fabric of my shirt, the other cold and hard.“God, please, don’t stop,” I tried to say.The ache twisted up deep inside me, looped around and back.When the circuit closed this time, pleasure took over, but a thousand times hotter and harder than before.I tried to beg him, “Please, Taran.Please, god, please let me cum, please, I need to cum so bad…”
But the world was fading out, and I shuddered, and shuddered, and shuddered some more until the ache returned, now hollow and empty.Taran swallowed around me, took all of it, and swallowed again as I emptied into him for what felt like forever.Like I’d been saving it up for weeks, like I’d never cum before in my life.
Okay, that’s crazy, but goddamn if that wasn’t what it felt like.
After my most powerful orgasm in recent memory finally subsided, I had to wriggle back upward; I couldn’t handle his mouth anymore.Everything simultaneously hurt like hell and wantedmore.
He let me go and sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm and grinning.“Fuck,” he said, voice rough and raw.“That was fun.”
I huffed but couldn’t speak yet.I felt like my bones were made of Jell-O.I slid off the couch and into his arms; thankfully he had enough brain left to catch me and gather me into his lap.I smashed my mouth into his, still utterly breathless and a total fucking mess.
He kissed me back like I wasn’t absolutely shit at it right then, burying one hand in my curls and using the other arm to hold me tight against his solid, slightly sweaty body.I felt small, like that, even though I wasn’t—and to my surprise I didn’t hate the sensation.“I can’t believe you just made me cum that hard without even using your dick,” I muttered into his lips.
“Think you could cum even harder if I did?”He replied, his chest rumbling against mine.
“I think we’re gonna find out.”I bit at his bottom lip and pulled back a little, trying to catch my breath.My muscles all felt loose, like I’d just had a really good workout, the kind I was gonna regret tomorrow.And my dick was still hypersensitive and---nope.No more of that.“Just—maybe not right this second.Fuck.”
He laughed silently, his eyes crinkling at the corners.“Little more relaxed now?”
I goddamn near said,God, I love you.
And that’s when I realized I was in way worse trouble than I’d thought.
So instead, I said something equally true but far less frightening: “I’m half-dead, but Ireallywant you to fuck my face, Taran.”
Classic Diego, I know.
Chapter 8: TARAN
Wednesdaymorning,Iwokeup with Diego big spooning me and Shortcake warming herself on my feet.I waited as long as I possibly could before trying to disentangle, but alas, I had to work.Diego grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back down, sending Shortcake running.
I laughed.“I have to shower.I can’t stumble into work with just-been-fucked hair.”
“Why not?”He shoved his face into my armpit from behind.“You smell amazing.”
“I do not.”
“Just five more minutes,” he whined, tightening his arm around my waist.
So, obviously, I got to work late and with zero regrets.Cuddly Diego wasn’t an entirely new phenomenon, but he was especially sweet that morning, and goddamn if I wasn’t defenseless against him.
He texted me at lunch to say:
Diego
I can’t stop thinking about last night.Just sitting on this couch makes my dick hard now.
I grinned and leaned over my phone, shielding it just in case someone popped in to chat.My door was always open for lunch; it was kind of a thing in the office.
It’s probably still wet.I drooled a lot.
I’m wet just thinking about it.
