Page 69 of Maybe You

The only thought in my head right now is getting him off. I want to see him come. I need to see him come. There’s nothing else. Just that one fervent, desperate wish bouncing around in my head.

He’s rocking his hips faster now, and he anchors his fingers to the back of my neck. His gaze is aimed at where my hand is working him over, his stomach muscles clenched, precum a steady dribble by now.

It’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, watching him chase his orgasm with single-minded focus that borders on desperation.

The room is filled with the noises we’re making. Panting and groaning and gasping.

“Fuck, yes,” he says hoarsely. “Fuck. Yes. You’re so good, baby. Please. More.”

His hips hunch forward. I tighten my fingers around him.

“I’m close.” His voice is wrecked. “So fucking close.”

His forehead lands against mine.

His body seems to curl in on itself, and hot bursts of cum coat my hand and my stomach while his grip tightens on the back of my neck, and he lets out a low groan of release and pure pleasure.

When he opens his eyes, there’s a dazed look of bliss in them, and then his mouth slams down on mine, the kiss so intense it’s almost violent.

“Now make yourself come,” he says—demands—eyes locked with mine, a fierce look in them.

My hand moves. No thinking is involved anymore.

I wrap my fingers around my rock-hard cock and start moving my hand up and down. My palm is wet with Sutton’s cum, and the realization makes my toes curl.

His ass is in my lap, thighs bracketing mine. His breath is on my lips, eyes on where my hand is jerking my cock, rough and hard and a bit clumsy with need.

Getting him off and watching his release was intense foreplay, so I’m already close to the edge. By now it’s pretty much just about making the orgasm official.

I let go of my dick and dig my fingers into his forearm and pull it down.

“You do it for me,” I say through gritted teeth, chest heaving. “Do it to me.”

His eyes find mine and stay there, hand wrapped around my cock. He starts to move without missing a beat.

“Eyes on my hand,” he says. “Watch me.”

I do as he says.

His palm rushes up and down my overly sensitive skin.

His thumb presses against the slit. Fingers circle the root of my cock and squeeze.

It doesn’t take long.

“Sutton,” I gasp.

And come.

Pure bliss hurtles through my insides, and I slump against the headboard, a boneless mass of pleasure. My limbs are tingling, mind hazy, as waves of pleasure pulse through me, one after another.

“Oh, fuck,” I say weakly. “Oh, fuck.”

As the high of the orgasm slowly recedes, it’s replaced with something else.

A startled realization.

“You made me come,” I say with a dazed voice.

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