Page 69 of Man On

I use his cock like a leash, pushing him back towards my bedroom, through the door, until the backs of his knees hit the mattress.

"N-Noah?—"

Whatever protest was about to come out of his mouth is quelled by me pushing him backwards onto the bed.

“Don’t think, Lane. Just feel.”

I spend a few minutes reminding Lane's cock what he's here for, bringing him close to release again. Lane groans when I get up, and attempts to reach for his cock. I can't help my self-satisfied smirk when I smack his hand away.

His grumpy tone is precious. "What is that grin for?"

"I'm a fucking boss at sucking cock," I say confidently, beginning to push my pants down my thighs.

He scoffs, trying and failing to maintain a straight face. "You sucked a lot of cocks, then?" he deadpans.

My eyebrow raises at his saucy tone and language. Usually, it takes some coaxing to get him to curse or talk dirty, but this was unprompted filth. I fucking love it. As soon as I get these goddamn pants off, I'm going to reward him so hard.

"Nope, first time was yesterday morning. I'm a natural," I say, waggling my eyebrows. The effect is ruined by the fact that I'm bent nearly in half, trying to peel my jeans over my knees.

Lane watches me with a crooked grin. "If it was both our first times, how can you be so sure that you're good at it?"

Stopping, I look up at him with a more serious expression, narrowing my eyes. I hadn't thought of it that way, honestly. "Should I go test my skills elsewhere and report back?"

"No," he answers, with more conviction than I expected.

And just like that, I'm feeling full of myself again. I stand up straight, enjoying how Lane eyeballs my cock like he's ready for a challenge.

"Well then, admit that I'm awesome at it," I say, wobbling a little when I try to free my leg from my jeans. This is not sexy.

Lane chuckles and scoots off the bed. "Do you need help?"

"No, I don't need help," I gripe, as I hop on one foot, trying to pull off the stupid jeans that are suctioned to my fucking legs.

Lane moves in towards my legs right as I trip myself, and I stumble into him, nearly flipping over his shoulder. He catches my waist, and I'm pretty sure my dick smacks his face. Lane twists his body to change the trajectory of our fall, preventing me from diving headfirst into my end table. One or both of us lets out a high-pitched shriek as we tumble to the ground.

I land on top of Lane, sprawled horizontally across his chest with my wet pants shoved down around my ankles. I'm slightly mortified and worried he could be hurt at first, but then my body bounces with the quaking of his laughter. He's in hysterics, unable to stop laughing, and it gets me going too.

We laugh so hard, my abs hurt, while I roll off Lane awkwardly to sit on the floor to try and continue my attempt to remove my legs from the pants. Eventually, I allow Lane to help, because I’m getting nowhere. He tugs so hard I land flat on my back. He gets up on his knees, and keeps pulling, our laughter getting harder with every attempt to yank the jeans off my legs. My legs are up in the air in front of me, my ass on Lane's thighs. I have the brief thought that he can probably see right into my asshole from this position, and make a mental note to save that for later.

As much as my face is flaming, both from embarrassment and lack of oxygen from laughing, I refuse to hide any part of myself from him. I'm curious about every part of his body, and I intend to explore it thoroughly. It would only be fair to allow him to do the same.

Finally, the boner killing jeans are almost off. Lane grips the soaking wet fabric and pulls hard, freeing my foot from the material. Unfortunately, when my foot springs free, it springs right into Lane's face. The cursed jeans fall to the floor with a wet plop, and Lane falls back, hands covering his nose. I see a trickle of blood and dive for the tissue box in my nightstand, scrambling back to help him.

"Shit. I’m sorry. Are you okay? Here, lean your head back," I direct, repositioning him so his back is against my bed. Shooing his hands away from his face, I hold some tissue up to his nose, squeezing the nostrils closed. After assessing the bridge of the nose and noticing that it's not actively bleeding, and wiping away the remnants of blood, I tell him,"It might swell a little, but I don't think you'll have any bruising. Want me to get you an ice pack?"

"I'm alright," Lane says, still laughing. "Quit hovering, mom."

It's then I realize I'm practically sitting in his lap, straddling his big thighs. And both of us are completely naked. I'm looking down at how close our cocks are to touching, as mine hardens, stretching to meet Lane's.

Lane's laughter stops when he notices the same thing. Neither of us moves right away, entranced by the sight of our cocks so close together. Lane moves, and I'm expecting him to buck me off of him or try to move away, but he doesn't. He lifts his knees slowly and grabs my hips, pulling me further into his lap.

He buries his face in my neck and inhales deeply, letting out a shaky breath. I don't dare move, until his lips touch my neck. At first, he just presses his lips to my skin, but then his mouth opens and his tongue swipes at my flesh. I moan and instinctively roll my body, grinding my pelvis on his. The movement pushes our cocks together, pinning them between our stomachs.

He responds with a small gasp against my neck before he sucks the flesh into his mouth again, eliciting another roll of my hips, until we're grinding together while Lane makes out with my neck. His arms hold me around my waist, moving me against him, while mine hold his head in place so he doesn't stop kissing my neck just like that.

"Suck harder," I rasp. "Mark me, Lane."

Lane growls against my skin and sucks. There's a pinch of pain as all the blood comes to the surface. I groan, fisting my hand in his hair and rubbing my cock against his. We're wet with pre-cum leaking from both of us, and I pull back to look down at the way we're pressed together, dripping on each other. Looking into Lane's eyes for a moment, I release his hair and reach between us. I stroke Lane first, watching the angry red head peek in and out from the foreskin, then move to stroke myself so I'm slick with Lane's pre-cum. Out of curiosity, I wrap my hand around both of them, and although it's harder to get a decent grip, I tentatively move my hand up and down. A delicious bolt of pleasure sparks up my cock and pulses in my balls.

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