Page 65 of Dire Straights

“You think this is sexy?” He asked lowly, and I felt myself nod, hypnotized.

“Yeah. So, so hot.” Fisting my dick, I pumped it slow and hard, imagining he was under me, taking it inside him.

When he lifted up higher onto his knees to press the tip of the dildo against himself, he let out this tiny little whimper, his hole clenching against the silicone material.

“Come on, Maddy. You know you can take that in, no problem. It’s nowhere near as big as me.”

He smirked a little, whimpering again as he pushed it inside, slowly sinking down onto it, inch by inch. His dick twitched and bounced as it penetrated deeper and deeper. “I wish this was your cock. Nothing fills me up like you do,” he said, shivering as his ass met the thick base of the toy. He moaned, one palm flat on the floor to support himself, and one gliding up his body to tease his nipple.

“Your ass is so perfect,” I said, leaning forward a bit to prop my phone against a pile of blankets so he could watch me jerk off for him. “You’re always so tight, no matter how long I’m fucking you.”

“Have you been thinking about me a lot while you’ve been away?” He asked, rolling his hips in this sinfully deliberately way, showing me everything, lifting up just enough to show me the toy pressing back into him.

“Yes,” I said honestly, my hand speeding up on my dick as I watched him fuck himself. His soft little moans were getting louder and closer together, and a string of thick, shiny precum had oozed out onto the floor, still connected to his slit. “I think about you all the time.”

“You think about fucking me?”

“Yeah. I think about making you come over and over until you’re crying on my cock,” I admitted, shuddering at the delicious friction from my hand.

“When we’re back at school, you can fuck me as many times as you want,” he said, biting down onto his lip to try and mufflehis noises. “I want you to fill my ass up with your come until I can’t hold any more in.”

Was he telling me he wanted to fuck without a condom? I hadn’t even considered it, but… I’d always used protection with Gwen and he was a virgin before me, so would it really be that bad? Holy shit. The fact that he’d even been fantasizing about that set my teeth on edge, my blood pumping faster and hotter through my veins as I got closer to the edge.

“Maddy.” His name came out in kind of a whine, but I couldn’t help it. He looked so hot I wanted to morph through the screen and push him onto his back. I couldn’t believe I was jealous of a dildo.

His graceful movements started getting faster, with more jerking and bucking, like he was getting close. Reaching down to grip his pretty dick, he pumped it from root to tip, his back arched so the light from the ceiling rained down on him, washing all his perfect features in light so I could see everything perfectly.

“You want me to come for you, Ren?” He asked, giving me that look that drove me absolutely insane. That half-lidded, blissed out look that he got when he had something thick and hard rubbing his prostate and he was ready to blow his load because of it.

“Yeah. You look so, so amazing when you’re coming for me, Maddy.”

Just a few more thrusts, the toy sinking in and out of his tight hole, and he was unraveling in front of me. Moaning and whimpering, he stiffened as it overtook him, spurts of come shooting out in ribbons to decorate the floor.

Almost as soon as his orgasm started, I felt my balls tighten and draw up close to my body as I twitched and shook from the intense sensation. I’d definitely have to clean that up later.

As we caught our breath, coming down from our orgasm-induced highs, Maddy stared at me, now looking a tiny bit bashful.

“So was it okay?” He wondered. I could only blink, trying to process his question.

“Was what okay? You mean this? What we just did?”

“Yeah. Did I do okay?”

A huff of breath tumbled out as I nearly laughed. “Um, yeah. You were amazing. That was awesome. I want to be naked in a bed with you as soon as humanly possible and I probably won’t think about anything else until I am.”

He rewarded my awkward, graceless rambling with a really cute smile, like he usually did. “That’s good. I like that you’re thinking about me and missing me.”

“Seriously, always,” I said sincerely, and I knew he could tell I was being honest. He looked so ridiculously pleased, still flushed kind of pink from coming really hard, I could feel my heart stumbling in my chest. I’d never liked someone so much. Not even close. “You are my favorite person.”

“I feel the same way,” he said. “I’m kind of ready for break to be over already.”

I laughed a little, but his statement made me feel so mushy and gooey inside, like I was made of melting candy. “It won’t be that bad,” I promised him. “And we’ll spend tons of time together when school starts back.”

“We better,” he said. “Summer’s probably going to majorly suck.”

“We’ll make it work,” I promised. “Don’t worry about that yet. We have a lot of time.”

“Okay,” he said softly. Even just the fact that he trusted me enough to believe that things would be okay made my heart pound in my chest. Was I… Falling in love with him? I didn’treally know what that was supposed to feel like, if I was being honest. And if I was, how would he feel about it?

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