Page 54 of Untouchable Player

He drops his hands, but when I come up onto my knees and start unzipping him, he flinches.

“What’s wrong?”

“You don’t want me to touch you?”

“I do,” I come back down and kiss him, slow and deep, my cock straining against my jeans as he starts grinding his hips against me again. I talk with my lips close to his, “but I wanna make you feel good first so you relax.”

He lets out a hot sigh and I have to release myself from my fly so my cock can finally escape it’s cage.

Jeans open, underwear still restraining me, I focus on Nate. Unzipping him, pulling his underwear down enough so his cock can free itself. Seeing how hard he is for me makes me want to go down on him and suck him fast until he comes, but I need to take things slow, work up to that. I don’t want to scare him off, orworse, push something too far so it ends up being exactly what I’m trying to avoid.

I give his cock a preliminary stroke and his hips shoot up from the bed and he makes a strangled noise. If I needed a reminder that this is the first time anyone’s ever touched him, that’s it.

I keep stroking, just slow, gentle strokes, as I come back down to kiss him while my hand works between us.

“Have you got any lube or lotion or anything?”

He nods towards the bedside cabinet and I open the top drawer and find some hand lotion – the kind of thing you can jerk off with and lie about if your mom goes snooping around. I’m definitely going to have to buy him some real lube if I’m going to teach him everything and make it as comfortable as I can for him.

I squeeze some lotion into my hand before putting it on him again. This time he moans and closes his eyes and arches his back. I press my lips against his neck and listen to the way he’s breathing, speeding up as his breath hitches.

His cock starts leaking pre-cum when I rub my thumb over the head and he makes a strangledsound as he pumps his hips, fucking into my hand. I have to rub my cock against the bed to get some friction. The noises Nate’s making and the way he’s fucking my hand like that is so fucking hot. I have to remind myself that this is the first time he’s done anything like this. I don’t need to get off right now. This is about him. I can get off later, thinking about him losing it because of the way I’m making him feel.

I tighten my grip and speed up, but Nate grabs my wrist and tells me to stop, so I do.

“What’s wrong?”

When I look down, his face is flushed and his hair messier than usual. Holy shit he looks good.

“I’m going to…”

I try not to laugh, “I know, that’s what I was trying to make you do.”

“But it’s so fast.”

“So what? This is the first time you got a hand-job from someone else, you already score points for getting your pants off first.”

My hand is still wrapped around his cock. He laughs and I bend down to kiss him, giving him a testing stroke before pulling away and asking if he wants me to go on.

He nods.

“Say it,” I whisper.

“Yes.”

Fuck.

I pump his cock like it’s my own, watching him until he grabs my head and pulls it against his neck. Okay, so he’s too shy to let me watch him yet, we’ll work up to that.

I whisper against his ear, “come for me,” and he unloads onto my hand, moaning my name.

Nate

There’s this little monster in the back of my head telling me to be embarrassed that I came all over a hockey player and moaned his name while I did it. But when I look at Jesse, he’s smiling at me, and it’s not a cruel or mocking smile.

“Okay?” he asks.

I nod, because I don’t think I can talk right now. I hope he’s not going to ask for verbal conformation like he did before giving me the best orgasm of my life.

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