The heat of his mouth, the tender sucking, his soft, sweaty body, and achingly tender foot make quick work of my willpower, turning me into a panting, sucking, thrusting hunk of meat in seconds flat.
And here I thought I’d never cum again after that tidal wave of jizz we both spilled in the poor tub, nearly overflowing the sucker as we came buckets in and out of the roiling waves!
Suddenly?I’m seconds away from another—
“Shit!”He comes first, a geyser blast straight up his body, his thick, endless ropes splattering his chin and chest before drizzling down onto his belly and, not by accident, my big toe.
I watch him guiltily, memorizing every drizzle of jizz down his puffy pink nipples, every pool of it in his soft, panting belly, every stain of it along his thin, barely there pubic strip.And then, a press, a pull, a nudge, and—
“Fuck!”I cum next, big, hearty, splashing blasts that pepper my chest and stain my belly, taut and tan beneath their slinky white jets.I admire the way they ice my big, furry bush before drizzling onto his toe.I slip his foot from my mouth, licking my lips as I yank the other one up, hearing his playful grunt in reply, “Hey!”
But watching me suck my own jizz off his toe gives him an idea as, slyly, he does the same: sucking my toe clean of his own fresh seed, murmuring, muttering, cursing the whole while.“Sexy fuck,” he grunts when, at last, toes sucked clean and cocks creamy soft, we find each other in the middle of the big sectional couch.
Curling into a ball, I spoon him, clutching him inside my cocoon of affection as his back presses against my sticky, panting chest.“You’re too much,” he insists, greedily clutching my hands and tugging them to his throat.I feel his Adam’s apple bobbing, wondering if he’s as emotional as I am right now.Luckily, he can’t see the moisture in my eyes, heart breaking at the thought of all this ending in a few short days.
“I’m not enough,” I insist, clutching him tighter as my ankles wrap around him as if afraid to let go for so much as a single second.
There is a slight pause before he asks, “How do you mean?”
“Not enough to keep you here,” I croak, tears falling at last.
He sighs and squeezes my hand.“No more of that tonight,” he insists.
“I wish it were that easy.”I sigh, warm breath splashing across the back of his neck.
“I don’t ...I can’t ...think of the future right now.”
I nod, even though he can’t see it.“You’re right, Chet.It’s hard enough just thinking about the present...”
Chapter Eighteen
Chet
“The fuck?”
I’m in the kitchen when the phone buzzes, skittering across the coffee table and only a few feet away from where Grady lies, naked, sticky, curled up, and passed right the fuck out.Lucky for me,I think, sprinting across the room, fresh bottle of ice cold water from the fridge in my hand as I yank the phone up and see a familiar number from Wild West Studios on the screen.
