I got onto the foot of the bed and knelt, knees wide. I went to remove my briefs.
“No. Slip your hand inside. Play with it a bit.”
Despite my quickening heartbeat, I arched my eyebrows. “I see it now. You are considering a new career for when you retire. Dean Foster - porn director.”
That slow, sexy grin had anticipation crawling through me, lighting me up on the inside.
I slid my hand under the fabric and molded it around my already heavy cock, squeezing it.
Dean shoved his sweatpants down to his knees, revealing his bare shaft that bobbed up, hard enough to make my hole tighten at thesight of it. He cupped his balls with one hand, his fingers curled around his dick, working it with leisurely strokes.
“Nowyou can take ’em off.”
I managed to remove my briefs without overbalancing and falling off the bed. I flung them aside, then faced him, my cock pointing toward the ceiling. Dean licked his lips, and need barreled through me.
“Do you know how good your dick tastes?”
My breath caught, but I let out a throaty chuckle. “I will have to trust you on that. I have never tried to suck my own cock. I may be flexible, but notthatflexible.”
His eyes were locked on my shaft.
“The skin is like warm silk there. I can feel every vein with my tongue.”
I shivered.
“I couldn’t describe its taste. Kinda salty, maybe?” He raised his gaze to meet mine. “But when I get you in my mouth, I don’t want to stop.”
Another shiver.
“Your pre-cum is sweet though. I love seeing how much you leak.” His pupils were huge. “Love seeing how the thought of what I’m about to do to you turns you on.”
“Everything about you turns me on,” I stammered.
His eyes sparkled. “Good to know.” He gave a nod toward my cock. “Show me how you make yourself come.”
I wrapped my hand around my shaft, pulling on it, squeezing it, alternating between long and short strokes. Dean mirrored my movements, keeping pace. Then he paused to grab the lube. Once he’d slicked his fingers, he tossed the bottle to me, then went back to working his cock, rubbing over the head with his palm.
I poured a little onto my dick, shuddering at its coolness.
“What did you think about that night? What made you cream your hand?”
I took a breath. “My cock in your mouth. Something Ihad fantasized about for so long.” I looked him in the eye. “But it had to beyourmouth.Yourhands on me.” My own picked up the pace, a tingle trickling down my spine. “Dean… I am close.”
He shook his head. “Uh-uh.”
I blinked.
“You don’t get to come, baby. Not until I say so.”
Bože.
“Finger your hole.”
I gaped at him. “You… you are trying to torture me.”
His sexy smile wasn’t helping. “Nowyou’re getting it.” He arched his eyebrows. “I don’t see your finger in your hole though.”
I reached behind me, sliding the edge of my hand through my crease, the flesh so hot there. I pressed the tip of my finger against my pucker, moaning as it penetrated.
