Page 45 of Breathless Recruiter

“That was…” He tried catching his breath. “That was amazing.”

I wanted to nod, but I didn’t want to let his cock slip from my mouth. My tongue continued running along the underside. Could I spend the rest of the day nursing on it? Did I just have to ask him to whip it out whenever I wanted it? I had questions.

He shivered, pulling his cock out. “I get sensitive.”

“Can we do that again?”

He laughed. “With you? Yeah. That’s a certainty.” Sliding down my body, he kissed the tip of my nose before planting his lips on mine. “I promise. Now… about this.” His fingers slid around my shaft, giving it a tight squeeze. “Let me return the favor.”

He returned to straddling my lap as he stroked. Each time my eyes closed, savoring the sensation, I forced them open. I wanted to focus on Dustin as he played with me. He locked eyes with me. His tongue slipped out the corner of his mouth, and the butterflies in my stomach turned to electricity.

“It feels… I don’t have words.” My toes curled.

“Next time, I want your cock in me.” He sped up. “I want to get plowed by Mr. Supreme.” The thought of him on all fours put me over the edge. The electricity didn’t shoot through my body. It surged through every muscle all at once.

“I’m coming,” I shouted.

Dustin pointed my cock toward me as the first shot of cum hit the underside of my chin. The second hit my cheek. My body shook as Dustin’s grip loosened, stroking so that the foreskin bunched around the head. I had reached this point a thousand times, and never had it felt likethat.

“Damn.” My body gave one final shudder. “Can we do it again?”

Dustin licked the cum off his hand before leaning in and giving me a kiss. Neither of our cocks softened. As his tongue touched mine, I tasted the saltiness. I’d be thinking of that for the rest of the night.

“You’ll need to give me a little while to recharge.”

“That’s not a no,” I whispered.

“It’s not.”

My cum slicked stomach rumbled loud enough that Dustin glanced down. I had eaten nothing but a chocolate bar since breakfast. My belly rumbled again. “Maybe eat first?”

“Pizza and a shower?”

“At the same time?”

His head tilted to the side. “Now you’re being cheeky. I’ll call. You get the shower ready.”

I wasn’t sure about the protocol. “Together?”

He shrugged. “If we fit.”

Oh, I’d be sure we fit. “Make it a quick call.” I picked him up and set him aside. He laughed as I jumped up and darted to the shower. It’d be a tight fit, but it only meant I’d be able to touch him more. I’d keep doing that as long as he let me.

Dustin snored.

Every time he inhaled, I feared he would choke on his tongue. It was loud enough to keep me awake. On another night, I’d be flustered about losing sleep, but this kept me awake so I could continue admiring the beefy man in my bed.

He had kicked back the sheets. The faint glow of the moon passed through the shades, leaving a lined pattern against his skin. The unicorn lamp on the nightstand cast enough light I could study every curve of his body. After we finished eatingpizza, we laid on the couch talking about our favorite parts of Vanguard. He loved the architecture downtown and the number of coffee shops in the Ward. I didn’t get to answer when he guessed my favorites were the candy stores.

I hadn’t wanted the night to end. When he asked if he could spend the night, I tossed him over my shoulder and ran to the bedroom. He bounced as I tossed him onto the bed. I climbed in next to him. Without conversation, he slid onto his side, pushing his back against my chest. I tucked my legs under his and wrapped an arm around his waist.

He snorted, swatting at his nose before returning to the usual snoring. I’d be tired tomorrow, but it’d be worth it. I propped myself up on my elbow, admiring his body. His arm rested on mine, fingers gripping my hand. Every chance I got, I’d try to touch him. I never wanted to put clothes on again.

The snoring subsided, and his breathing returned to a normal volume. I suppressed a gasp as he wiggled his butt back, pressing against my groin. No matter how much I tried to focus on humorous Earth customs, I couldn’t stop my cock from stiffening. It found a home nestled between the cheeks of his ass. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to bother Dustin.

He wiggled again.

I suspected my bedmate had woken. When he pushed back again, he let out a soft moan. Did this mean he recharged? Were we going to have sex again? Did we have to flip a coin to decide who would?—

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