If anything, my body is so overrun with pleasure, my brain doesn’t have the capacity to even be in charge.
Fuckthis.
I unbutton my jeans, fumbling for a bit before I finally free my cock. A low grunt rips out of me, and precum is coating my fingers as I roughly jerk myself up and down in uncoordinated movements.
The entire time, I tell myself it’s not about this prick—it’s aboutmecoming. All I have to do is pretend he doesn’t exist, so I close my eyes and tug on my length with forceful strokes.
A tsking sound fills my ears as his fingers in my mouth thrust all the way back until he’s choking me.
I try to spit them out, but he tightens his grip on my wrist and jaw. “Don’t be selfish, my prince. Get my cock out as well.”
My eyes roll back, and I think I’ll come.
Fuck.
Am I really thinking about coming at the prospect of being choked to death?
This dangerous desire for pain will send me to an early grave.
Since I seriously don’t want to die right now, I reach for his jeans, my fingers shaking as I gag and gurgle.
It takes me longer than needed, but I finally pull out his cock. We’re standing so close together, his length presses against mine as soon as it’s out of its confinements, his crown shoving itself against my groin.
And it doesn’t feel bad.
I…I don’t hate it.
“That’s it.” His fingers ease from the back of my throat. “Wrap your hand around us. Make it good.”
I try, but that’s kind of impossible, considering how criminally huge we both are. I can barely fit my cock while my fingers graze his.
My eyes trail down, stealing a look, and the view leaves me parched.
We’re both so hard that angry purple veins extend across our skin, and my precum is drenching his jeans in a fucking mess.
The scene is shamelessly vulgar.
It’s almost too raw, too intimate to witness.
And it’s me and aman.
A man’s cock is all over mine, and it’s making me throb so badly, I’m about to burst.
It’s not even like the time in the locker room, where he did everything, and I made myself believe I had no choice. Or that I at least wasn’t looking at his face.
This time, it’s my hand on our cocks.Mine.
“You struggling, baby?” He speaks so close to my mouth, I inhale his words instead of hearing them. “Our cocks are so huge, it’s a hassle to fit us anywhere, isn’t it? Let me help.”
He crowds me, pushing me firmly until my back is blended with the bricks. He releases my wrist, only to press his palm against mine on the wall. And the crazy motherfucker actually threads his fingers through mine as if we’re…what?
Fuckinglovers?
I’m about to punch him to the next planet, but I get distracted.
Because he’s thrusting his cock against mine through the curl in my fingers. A bolt of pleasure strikes down my spine as all my blood rushes to my dick, precum spurting out.
“Look at you leaking all over the place.” The vibration of his deep, gruff voice against my skin drags me closer to the edge. “What a mess.”
