Page 43 of It's Complicated

I watched in rapt fascination as it sprang up, so hard it almost touched his stomach.

He had a nice dick.

It felt almost absurd to think so, but it was long and thick with a flared head and heavy balls.

He was also a manscaper, and I couldn’t help noticing that we were almost the same size. He had a bit of girth on me, but I was a touch longer.

“What was that chuckle for?” he asked breathlessly.

“You didn’t lie.” I glanced up at him. “Your dick is a masterpiece.”

“God, Jamie. You have no idea how hot you look right now,” he said, his eyes blazing with not just heat but also desire.

He wanted this, but more than that, he wanted me.

Another of those little thrills moved through me. I loved knowing that he was enjoying this as much as I was.

“Seeing you on your knees for me.” He shuddered, closing his eyes momentarily. “Better than any fantasy.”

“You’ve thought about this?” I had to ask. I needed to know.

I’d spent more than one night fighting the urge to jerk off as thoughts of Isaac rolled around in my head. I’d tried to fight it, but each time I’d given in, coming to the vision of him on his knees for me or me on my knees for him. Then, when the afterglow faded, I was left feeling guilty as hell and more confused than ever.

It helped to know Isaac had struggled, too. That I wasn’t the only one who was trying to figure stuff out.

“So many times.” He gently stroked his fingers through my hair. “Too many times,” he added softly.

My head spinning with good feels and happiness, I gripped his cock.

Holding another man’s dick wasn’t weird, but I had no idea if that was because I had a dick too, or because I was holding Isaac’s. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be this comfortable with anyone else, so it was possible I was only enjoying this because of who I was with.

Pushing that thought aside, I flicked my gaze to Isaac’s face and stroked him, testing out different grips and speeds and using his reactions to see which he liked best.

“Now who’s the cocktease?” he gritted out, bucking his hips to try and force me to go faster.

“Impatient much?” Using my other hand, I gripped his hip and held him still.

“You would be too if you’d just spent ten minutes with your dick in your mouth.” He blew out a shaky breath.

Not wanting to drag it out any more than I already had, I stopped stroking and ran my tongue over his tip, then gently circled his head with it.

He groaned and gripped my hair, his thighs shaking and his stomach muscles trembling.

“You taste good.”

He let out a strangled sound and shook his head. “Jesus, Jamie. Your mouth is going to kill me.”

“This mouth?” With a wicked grin, I closed my lips around his cockhead and sucked.

His taste filled my senses, dark and heady and a little wild. Similar to mine, but with something that was uniquely him.

I groaned and took more of him, wanting more of his taste, his girth, just more.

He moaned and rolled his hips, helping me find a rhythm as I moved over him, getting used to it. Isaac didn’t seem to notice my fumbling as he pumped into my mouth.

“Fuck, Jamie,” he panted, slowing his hips. “I’m close.”

As much as I wanted to keep teasing him, to watch him come apart and know that I was the one blowing his mind, among other things, I wanted his orgasm more.

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