Page 66 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“But how can I fully appreciate you begging me for relief if I do that?”

Honey’s fingers encircle my cock, almost touching around the girth, and I buck my hips. My fingers slip as my arms twitch, but I don’t move them from beneath me. Her grip tightens as she works me from base to tip. My stomach tenses and I feel my balls draw upward, so close to thatrelease I’ve been seeking.

“Please.” I can’t stop whining and whimpering. “I’ll be your good boy. Please, please, please.” The repeated word continues to tumble from my lips. “Please, I need to come.”

“You belong to me.” It’s her character, but I wonder if she knows how right she is. “Do you hear me? You belong to me.”

“Yes,” I agree, nodding quickly. “Yes, I belong to you. Please, Honey.” Honey’s movements are still slow and I groan when she refuses to speed up, trying to move my hips faster. Honey’s hand disappears and I grunt in frustration. “No, please.”

“I’m in control here, Lance,” she warns.

“Yes, you’re in control. Please, touch me. Please, I need to come.”

“You need to come?” She mimics me, reaching out once more.

“Yes, please. I belong to you. It’s all for you. I’m your good boy and my cum belongs to you.” What the fuck am I saying? This wasn’t planned.

“All for me?” Honey asks, slowly stroking me once more.

“Yes, all of me.” I need her to speed up. Does she want a different answer? “My cum is yours, my cock is yours, please.”

“Good boy.”

Honey renews her efforts and I continue to whimper, begging for release. I don’t know what I’m saying as she focuses on my tip. One swipe in particular has me thrusting my hips forward and I let loose. Honey angles my cock toward me and I shoot warm, sticky ropes up my stomach while she continues to work me. I groan, twitching in her hands, trying to control my breathing.

When no more can be wrung from me, I allow myself to lean down and kiss her then pull back quickly so we don’t get into the same dangerous territory as before. Honey sits back on her heels.

“Are you ok?” I ask.

“Yeah, that was amazing.” She stands and stops one phone’s recording while I balance on unsteady legs to stop the other. “Can you hand me that pack of wipes?” She points to the little table by my backpack.

I hand her the wipes sitting on top and grab one for myself before I quickly find my pants and slip them on.

“Good, I wasn’t sure if that worked for you.” I hate that she didn’t get to come more than once.

“Oh no, I had fun.”

When I finish fastening my belt buckle, I stare at her, biting my lip. Honey grabs her top and slips it on before looking for her shorts. Once they’re in hand, she stands but doesn't put them on. She meets my gaze and cocks her head.

“Areyouok?” She raises one eyebrow.

“Iwannatakeyououtonadate.” There’s absolutely no break between my words and there’s definitely no way she understood what I said.

“‘Scuse me?” Honey asks with a smile. It’s a kind smile, an amused smile.

I take a breath and try again.

“I’d like to take you out on a date.” I try to pronounce each word individually, speaking slowly. “If you’re open to that.”

Her eyes are wide. Is that shock on her face? Is it anger? No, it can’t be anger. I need her to reply, to put me out of my misery.

“Lance, I-”

“Miles,” I correct. “If you’re going to turn me down, at least use my real name.”

Honey smiles at me. It’s small at first, just barely playing on her full lips, but then it spreads.

“Is this because you’ve had so muchfunwith me or do you actually want to date?”

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