"What?" My mind scrambles to process words again.
"Just hand jobs, let's get each other off and call it a night." He tilts forward and nips at my lips as he slides my boxers over my erection and down my thighs.
"Oh, alright." If he doesn’t want more from me tonight, that might make things easier.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." I agree because I’m desperate for release. Everything inside me is coiled tight and very little blood is getting to my brain.
As long as I don’t pass out from pleasure, I’ll be able to remember what his hand on my cock felt like when I undoubtedly return to this memory again and again.
My knees tremble as Duncan turns me towards the mirror again. My hand slips out of his pants but he shoves them down so he's naked behind me.
His hot velvet cock rests against my ass. Every cell in my body begs for everything from this man.
"Show me how you touch yourself." He whispers as his chin rests on my shoulder and his hands hold my sides.
"I'd much rather you show me how you'd like to touch me." I sass back because giving each other hand jobs and mutual masturbation are two different things.
He chuckles deeply and the full body shivers return.
"Alright Charming, first, I'd run my hand down your stomach." And he does. The weight of his hand becomes my focal point. My abs roll with his descending touch. Chills travel through my veins. "Then I'd slide your base between these two fingers and press into your balls."
I watch in the mirror as his big hand fondles me until I can’t. My head falls back against his shoulder, my hands rise and each one laces into hair; one hand in his, the other in mine.
He uses his right foot to kick mine out and his large, muscular thigh, slides between mine. "Then, I'd have a hard time teasing you anymore because I'd want to make you feel good." Duncan growls as his other hand comes to grip my hip, his cock pressing into my ass cheek.
"Make me feel good Duncan." I whisper, beg, into the air surrounding us.
Duncan doesn't answer with words, instead he kisses my shoulder and wraps his hand around my cock. I’m weightless but his hand on my hip and his thigh behind me keep me grounded as he tugs and twists.
His strokes are long and rough and he uses my precum as lubrication. My toes curl into the carpet and my hips begin to thrust forward chasing the friction, the match strike, the heat.
"Look at you." Duncan marvels and my chin drops, my eyes fluttering open and finding where his fist is fucking me.
"Oh fuck, Duncan, yes." I mutter, words leaving my mouth in loose sentence form.
"That's it Charming, be a good boy and come for me." I lift my gaze to find him watching my face. His framed eyes bore into mine and I struggle to keep eye contact as my head rolls back to his shoulder again.
"Fuck, fuck." I grit out as I hold out as long as possible. But as I feel my balls lift higher I know I’m finished.
Duncan concentrates his strokes at the top of my cock and each quick, swift pass drives me further into oblivion.
Light travels through me, stars explode in waves behind my eyes, my muscles lock up.
"Fuck!" I yell out as the first jet of cum erupts from my tip. Duncan doesn't slow his hand, he keeps pumping and pulling more out of me. My chest heaves and I slump forward. The hand he held at my hip slides up and presses into my sternum. I’ve covered his palm, other places too I’m sure but I can’t see straight. All I can process is the marvelous mess I am in his hands.
I inhale and exhale deeply, centering myself again, as his large rough palm slowly caresses my skin.
The contrast of his rough touch on my cock and his gentle embrace is intoxicating.
"Fuck, that was hot." He says with a laugh as he wipes the cum on his hand up my abdomen. I turn around and grip him.
"My turn." I say as I run my palm over his tip, gathering the hot precum he’s leaking from pleasuring me, and slide down the length of him. Duncan’s feet stumble slightly as I walk him backwards to the end of my bed.
With a little push to his chest he sits and spreads his legs wide, pushing his glasses up his nose as he looks down at me. I fall to my knees in front of him and am tempted to take him to the back of my throat but we agreed to nothing more than hand jobs tonight.
And I’ve got just enough WILD HOPE to bring Duncan the same dose of euphoria he gave me.
