Page 21 of Lustful Nights

With his permission, I move my hands to his ass cheeks, massaging them before giving him a soft smack. Lennox groans loudly into my mouth, and I spank him again.

“Do you like that?” I ask, pulling my mouth away and kissing down his neck.

“So much.”

I do it again, then grip his hips tightly, forcing him to grind down on me. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I do it once more. Lennox whimpers, and I wish I would have taken off my jeans. My dick is rock hard and hurting in the tight confinement of the denim. He whips off his shirt, leaving him in nothing but his sexy-as-hell skirt. His blush-pink nipples draw my attention, and I lean forward, licking one with my tongue. It pebbles instantly and I lean forward once more, this time biting it roughly.

“Oh, god, Jensen. Again.”

Not wanting to disappoint him, I lick, then bite the other nipple while he continues pressing his ass down onto my dick. I graze the side of his neck, then bite his earlobe, chuckling when he moans again. Apparently, Lennox is into biting. That’s something I’m going to keep in the back of my mind. I reposition my hands to his ass, lifting the skirt up on his waist. The strap of his jock captures my attention, and I drag my finger under the thin material. Lennox grabs hold of my head and turns it to retake control of my mouth. His tongue slides into my mouth, massaging mine while I caress his ass cheeks. They’re perfectly firm and round and fit in my hands as though they were made for this. He grinds down again, but this time he doesn’t stop. He’s finding his pleasure by dry-humping the hell out of me, and I will not complain one bit. I love the feeling of having him on my lap. Lennox rolls his hips, and I try to pause his body, but he won’t stop.

I pull my mouth away, breathing heavily. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Lennox. Hold on, I’m about to come.” My words must spur him on because he doubles down, grinding into me faster and harder. “Oh,nghhh,” I moan as I come in my briefs—hands-free.

Lennox slows down, eyeing my pants. “Damn, I haven’t made a man come in his pants, ever. That was sexy as hell.”

“Your turn.”

I watch as he frees his cock from his jockstrap, and I grab hold of his shaft, gripping it tightly. I start stroking, his precum allowing for an easy glide of my hand. My thumb swirls around the head before I jerk him again. Just a few strokes have Lennox coming all over my shirt before his body sags down.

“Damn, Jensen,” he huffs out, leaning back on my lap. “That was hot.”

“Coming in my pants like a fifteen-year-old was hot?” I snort, wincing when I move, feeling the cum cooling.

“Hell yes, it was. I’ve never had that happen before. But uh, I would understand if you need to clean up.” He giggles as I tickle his side.

“Take a shower with me?”

“Yes.”

Using the spatula, I flip over another pancake before leaning backward and peeking down the hallway. I strain my ears to see if I can hear any movement from Lennox. He sleeps like a damn rock. Last night, after embarrassing myself by coming in my pants, I took Lennox into my shower with me. We washed off quickly, and then he was out cold as soon as his head hit the pillow.

I’m always an early riser, so I was wide awake at the ass crack of dawn. I might have used that time to admire Lennox while he slept peacefully. Not like a stalker or anything, but I did stare longer than I had to. But damn, Lennox is a beautiful man, and I couldn’t stop myself. Soft feet pad against the wood floor, and I turn in time to see Lennox stepping into the kitchen, a sleepy look on his face.

“I could get used to seeing you in my clothes,” I tell him, admiring him wearing one of my T-shirts. It’s swallowing him, but there’s a primal type of pride seeing him in my clothes. Like he’s mine.

He plays with the hem, a redness tinting his cheeks. “I really like putting on your clothes. I might steal a shirt or two to wear at home.”

“Take the whole damn wardrobe.”

Lennox chuckles, sliding onto the stool at the counter. “Are you cooking me breakfast? Damn, first dinner, now breakfast. You better stop before I get too used to it.”

“Question 7?” I ask, grabbing a cup and filling it with orange juice. Lennox nods his head as he takes a sip. “Do you ever wear your skirts out in public?”

“Uh, no. The most in public I’ve ever worn one is at Peaches. I know I said this before, but I haven’t felt comfortable wearing them out. Maybe it’s my conscience worried that I’ll be made fun of?”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know. It’s something that I usually wear for me. And for horny men giving me money, but mostly for me. And now you. Why?”

“I love seeing you in them. You look so pretty in a skirt.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been called pretty before,” he murmurs.

“You’re so damn pretty, sweetheart.” The nickname rolls off my tongue, and it’s perfect.

“I like that. Being called your sweetheart. But don’t expect me to call you Daddy.”

I bark out a laugh, nodding my head. “Noted. Question number 8. What’s one of your favorite things to do? Like a hobby or something?”

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