Page 83 of In Plain Sight

“Good boy,” I murmured, breaking the kiss and rubbing my hands over his chest and stomach. “Now close your eyes and focus on my voice. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah,” he murmured.

“Good boy.”

He leaned back against me. I adjusted my grip on him so I had one arm wrapped around his middle and my other hand pressing against the center of his stomach.

“Take a deep breath,” I paused to let him obey. “Now hold it, and let it go.” I rubbed his stomach in a slow circle. “Do that three times for me, okay?”

I held him as he breathed for me, each exhale longer and more drawn out than the last.

“How do you feel?”

“Good,” he said, his voice a bit dreamy.

I pressed a kiss against his temple and slipped my hand under the waistband of his sweats.

He sighed softly and rocked his hips. The tip of his cock brushed against my fingers, the material of his underwear damp with precum.

Carefully, I worked my hand into his briefs. We both moaned when I gripped his hard length.

He bucked his hips and pushed his cock through my fist.

I let him, marveling at the sensation of having his hot, hard cock in my hand. After a few more thrusts, I put my lips next to his ear.

“Push your pants down and let me see you.”

With a shaking hand, he worked his sweats and briefs down until they were around his thighs.

I looked over his shoulder. The sight of his hard cock in my hand made my spent dick twitch as blood rushed south.

He had a nice dick. Long and thick with a broad head and patch of neatly trimmed blond hair at the base.

“Zander,” he moaned.

“Yes, baby?” Letting go of his dick, I cupped his balls and gently rolled them in my hand.

He didn’t seem to have a lot of hair there, but that could be because of his light coloring and not because he shaved or waxed.

“I need…”

“What do you need?” Releasing his balls, I lightly danced my fingers across his stomach, over his hip, and down the swell of his full ass.

“Touch me,” he gritted out. “Please.”

“Touch you where?” Pressing one finger between his ass cheeks, I traced it down his crease until I felt the pleated skin of his hole. Gently, I tapped my finger against it. “Here?”

“Yes.” He shifted so he was leaning against the door, his head down and his ass popped out. “Please.”

I kissed the back of his neck. “Stay just like that for me.”

Not wanting to give him a chance to get lost in his head again, I sank to my knees and split him open with my hands.

“Oh god,” he gasped.

Moving slowly so he could tell me to stop if he needed, I leaned in and pressed the flat of my tongue against his puckered opening.

He jerked like I’d electrocuted him, his loud cry echoing in the hallway.

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