Page 52 of Until We Fall

His hand comes up, his fingers brushing softly over my Adam’s apple, then down to the hollow of my clavicle before trailing down my chest and along my stomach. His fingers play in the dimples of my abs before he moves down further.

“Can I?” He blinks one, long lashes brushing.

“Yes. Always. Unequivocally. Whenever you want.”

He smiles at my answer, and then he cups my dick, over my shorts, and the world sways.

I groan deeply, over the top of him on my hands and knees.

He strokes the outside of my shorts, and I let out a string of curses. Then he yanks on the ties, and before I adjust to what’s happening, he’s slid his hand under my waistband, his palm rubbing against my head before he manages to fist me.

I bite my bottom lip so hard I taste copper, my hips rocking with him, my toes curling and flip-flops falling off, my ass clenching. I’m shaking—trying to hold onto reality, my dick is so hard that the fabric of my shorts is pulled, latching his hand so tightly that my eyes roll. I refocus, not wanting to lose him, andI take in his expression, rapt and fixed on me, his eyes widening as I fuck into his hand.

He arches as he strokes me. “You’rebig, D.”

I shake my head. “I’m?—”

“Compared to me.” His fist loosens, stroking faster. Then he releases to push my shorts down my thighs, and I spring fully out. I’m swollen from his strokes, the head of my cock blushed a dark brown, pre-cum beading at the tip. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I want to watch us like this forever.

He shudders, staring.

I squeeze my eyes shut and open them again, white rings of light in my vision.

His hand closes around me, stroking, his dick hard against his pelvis. “Look at us together.”

I groan. I should have words, but I really don’t.

“Your big cock and my…” He swallows. “My little dick.”

I stiffen, my shoulders tightening. My head is spiraling with the way he’s stroking me, but I fight through it, focusing on his face. On what he just said.

He used that word.

“Rory?” I croak out.

He blinks up at me. “I think I want to hear it.”

“Hear it?” I halfway choke, then groan as he strokes me again, then I manage to concentrate.

“I think…” he says, “I want to own it.”

My heart is pounding. “You do?”

He nods. “Your big dick and my…” He lets out a ragged breath. “Will you say it?”

My hips are working into his hand, my thoughts spiraling. “Your…” I start, and then the words are right there. “Your little dick.”

He gasps. “Say more.”

Oh god, ohhhh fuck. “I want to lick all that slick pre-cum off your hot, little dick.”

His pupils flare, his hand stroking me faster. “More.”

Yes, Rory. Be who you are. Be that sexy fucking man that you already are.

“I want your little dick touching my cock,” I whisper, a tremble starting deep in my balls. I don’t know how much longer I can last. “I want to see us both in your hand.”

His mouth drops open, a whimper echoing in the inches between us, but there’s something else too—a kind of calmness, even in the heat of his desire. A kind of certainty.

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