Page 74 of Off Limits

He grunted and slid one hand into my hair as I held him there, working the underside of his shaft with my tongue as I swallowed around his cockhead.

“Jesus,” he panted when I finally popped off him to breathe. “You’re good at that.”

The praise wasn’t especially poetic, but it still sent a little thrill through me. I didn’t want to think about how many peoplehad done this for him, but I knew it had to be a lot. Knowing he was enjoying my attentions gave me a little boost of confidence that helped shed the last of my inhibitions, and I was able to push all thoughts about how this was a bad idea or why we shouldn’t do this from my mind.

Wanting to tease him a bit, I closed my lips over the side of his shaft and moved up and down his length a few times before sucking just his cockhead back into my mouth. I ran my tongue stud around his broad head, then released him and dragged the tip of my tongue down his shaft and over the seam of his sac.

“Look at me.”

I snapped my eyes open at his command, and the look in his eyes was enough to send me dangerously close to my own orgasm. His stare was so intense, so focused, like we were the only two people on the planet and he wanted nothing more than to be there in that moment with me. Between his disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, and red, kiss-swollen lips, he looked as wrecked as I felt, and another pulse of need shot through me and settled low in my body.

“You look so hot like that,” he rasped. “Can I fuck your mouth?”

I pulled my tongue from his balls. “Yeah, do it.”

He paused, the corners of his lips curling up in a wicked grin. “Get up.”

I stood, my body aching and my cock so hard it pulled comically at the material of my sweats.

Dex stood as well, then took my hand and tugged me toward his dad’s desk. Still grinning, he leaned his ass against the solid wood and stroked himself with his free hand.

I dropped to my knees in front of him. It wasn’t much of a fuck you, but messing around on his dad’s desk only amplified how hot and wrong this was.

Dex cradled my face in his hands and gently stroked his thumbs over my cheekbones. I wasn’t prepared for how much the tender move affected me, and a strange sensation filled my chest.

Locking his gaze with mine, Dex tugged me toward him and slipped his cock between my parted lips.

The sensation of his hard length sliding over my tongue was hot, but it was how he was looking at me that brought the heat level up to one thousand. The desire and need from before were there, but there was also something tender, affectionate even.

No one had ever looked at me like that, but instead of terrifying me, it amplified my desire and cleared the last of the doubt from my mind. He wanted this as much as I did.

Holding me still, Dex rocked his hips, gently fucking my mouth. I loved being used like this, but only because it was with him. The thought of letting anyone else have this kind of control over me made my skin crawl, but I trusted Dex, and I knew he’d never purposely hurt me.

“God, you look good down there,” he grunted. “Feel so fucking good too.”

Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked harder, teasing his shaft with my tongue stud as he sped up, his breaths coming out in sharp pants.

Abruptly, Dex pulled his dick out of my mouth and hauled me to my feet.

Before I could fully register what was happening, he spun us around and deposited me on his dad’s desk so I was sitting on the edge of it. Stepping between my legs, he pressed his cock against my stomach, his mouth meeting mine in another bruising kiss.

Greedily, I ran my hands over his incredible body, squeezing and kneading his muscles over his clothes. He was so big and strong, but instead of his size intimidating me, it made me feelsafe. Like he could wrap me up and protect me from all the things that constantly weighed on my mind.

Not letting myself get lost in those thoughts, I slid my hands under his sweats and underwear so I could grip his firm ass and yank him closer.

He let out a groan that went straight to my already aching dick and jammed one hand between our bodies. Still kissing me like his life depended on it, he worked his hand into my sweats and pulled my dick free.

I let out an embarrassingly loud moan as he gripped both our shafts in his hand and squeezed them hard enough I saw stars. Tangling his other hand in my hair to hold me in place, he stroked us hard and fast, using our precum as lube.

I’d never felt anything like it, and the sounds I let out were barely human as he worked us. The slide of his hot length against mine, the tight grip of his hand, and the ferocity of his kisses were almost my undoing, but it was how he held my hair just hard enough to let me know who was in charge without being overwhelming, was what threatened to send me over the edge after only a few minutes.

“I’m close,” I murmured against his kiss. I didn’t want it to end, but it was too good, and there was no way in hell I’d be able to hold off much longer.

“Me too.” He gently bit my lower lip, extracting another of those damn whimpers out of me. “Get our shirts out of the way.”

I gathered the hems of our tees and yanked them up so they sat under our armpits. Thank fuck one of us still had enough brainpower to think logically right now.

Dex broke the kiss and looked between our bodies. I did the same, and the sight of our dicks in his big hand made my entire body tense. Dex had a nice one, not too big or thick, with a broad head and a slight upward curve that hit all the right places. I was a bit smaller and slimmer, much like our body types, butthey looked good together. It was crazy to think that, but they somehow did.

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