Page 59 of Stuck On Them

She slid her hands down my chest to the waistband of my shorts, her fingers dancing along my skin. “Let me taste you, Garrett.”

I let go of her hair and moved back just far enough to shove the waistband of my shorts down. Who was I to deny her?

She wrapped her fingers around me, and I groaned, my hips moving forward of their own accord. Her touch felt so good, and she’d barely touched me. Her mouth was going to destroy me.

I grabbed her hair again and she started to get to her knees, but my attention caught on the rower right behind us.

I tugged at her hair since she seemed to like it and stopped her. “I don’t want you on your knees.”

“No?” She was confused until I directed her to look over her shoulder. “Sit on the rower?”

“Yes.” My voice was low in my throat as images floated through my head of just how much I wanted her to be able to slide back and forth.

I let go of her as she sat down, her feet flat on the ground, and slid back and forth a few times. “Do you think you can handle that, Paige?”

“Yes.” She slid in little pulses, her eyes on my cock.

That was all I needed to step out of my shorts and boxer briefs and straddle the rail in front of her. She was at the perfect fucking height, and I knew I’d be buying a rower for my gym after this.

“Take off your shirt and bra.” I knew it was a big ask given where we were.

She bit her lip but then slid farther away from me to give herself space to pull off her tank top and unclasp her bra.

Her tits were even more exquisite than I remembered, the dusty pink of her nipples hardening into hard points that I wanted to spend hours torturing.

She slid back and forth at the other end of the rower, her breasts moving with her motions. Her smile was playful, and she pushed them together, her thumbs rubbing over her nipples. “Do I get rewarded for heeding your command?”

Pre-cum beaded at the head, ready for whatever she was willing to give me. I grabbed the base of my cock, stroking myself a few times. “Your reward is my cock in your mouth. Come here.”

“Bossy, bossy.” She slid forward, stopping herself by grabbing onto my hips. She looked up at me as her tongue darted out to lick the tip.

“Fuck.” I groaned as she traced the veins down the length. “In your mouth. Take me in your mouth.”

“Yes, sir,” she said in a singsong voice.

Well, now she’d gone and done it.

I grabbed either side of her head as she wrapped her lips around me and thrust into her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she dug her nails into my thighs as I hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck my cock with your mouth, baby.” I kept hold of her head as she used her legs to slowly push back on the rower until she just had the tip in. “That’s my girl.”

She pushed forward, taking my cock to the back of her throat again. This was the single greatest idea I’d had for a blow job. As she slid back again, she sucked, hollowing her cheeks.

“You suck my cock so good.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her as her pace increased and she found just the right position for her mouth. “Yes, Paige. Fuck it harder.”

She moaned and the vibration sent heat down my spine. I was going to come so hard and fast if I let her continue to work my cock like she was.

After a few more strokes on the rower, I pulled away from her lips and a small, sad noise escaped her.

I grabbed her chin gently and leaned down to kiss her. Kissing her would never grow old and I’d die a happy man if that was all she let me do for the rest of my life.

She pulled away, her eyes glossy with emotion. “Fuck me, Garrett.”

“Stand up.” My voice was a harsh rasp, the need to be inside her affecting my whole body.

She stood and I unbuttoned her shorts, pushing them along with her panties down her hips. She put her hands on my shoulders as she stepped out of them, kicking them to the side.

“Shit. I don’t have a condom.” I ran my hand down my face. “My wallet is in my bag which they took to my room.”

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