Page 28 of One Touch

Lowering my other hand back to his dick, I squeezed once before shoving his boxers and pants down to his feet. He whimpered as I wrapped my fingers around his thick length and gave him one stroke.

“You’re already leaking for me, Lath. You want this, so stop fighting me. I got you.” Lathan melted into the counter and submitted the last bit of his control to me. “Good boy. Now, give me your color if you want more.”

“Green,” he sighed. It was light and airy; if I hadn’t heard it myself, I would never believe it came from him.

I stroked him again as a reward but also because I didn’t trust my voice and what it might reveal.

Being the more dominant one with sex wasn’t new. Men saw my size and assumed, especially if they also watched me play hockey. I usually hated it. It became a role I played, but I didn’t enjoy it.

With Lathan, it felt as natural as breathing. I loved watching him submit to me—to relinquish the control he white-knuckled onto. It was more than sex; it was a gift of trust. Maybe that was why it filled me differently. To know how difficult it was for him to give over the reins, but craving it at the same time. Lathan needed it, and that made me want to give it to him. It was heady being the one to break through his defenses. It filled my heart with too much hope that this could mean more than a physical release.

But I couldn’t depend on hope, and I couldn’t let emotions get in the way, no matter how addicting they were.

Keep your head in the game. Focus on the goal in front of you.

Standing, I released his throat and admired the specimen spread out before me. I smoothed my hands over the globes of his ass and squeezed. The urge to pound him against this counter was overwhelming, but he wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.

“The things I want to do to you,” I moaned.

“Then do it. So far, you’ve been all talk,” he grumbled.

I playfully smacked his cheek, and he gasped. I’d never been into spanking before, but watching the pink spread across his cheek was hot in a whole new way.

“I know you’re used to getting whatever you want, when you want it, Silver Spoon, but that’s not how this works. If you want to test who is more patient, then go right ahead and keep running that mouth of yours.” I paused and blew across his skin. “But we both know I’d win that battle.” I bit into his butt cheek and reveled in the hiss he struggled to contain.

Smiling, I soothed the sting with a kiss. How did his butt smell and taste this good? It had to be his fancy lotion or body wash. I made a quick plan to sneak into his shower to see what he used. It was intoxicating. I sucked on the plump skin until it turned purple. I had a feeling he wouldn’t like me marking him where anyone could see it, but at least this way, he wouldn’t be able to forget me so easily. I’d leave hickeys all over him for my eyes only.

Dropping to my knees, I spread his cheeks wide and stared at his hole. It was pink, and the desire to see it gaping after I ravaged it was intense. But not right now. I had to be careful not to scare him off by going too fast. This was where my patience would reward me.

For now, I’d settle for getting my lips on him.

Sitting on the ground, I squeezed between his legs and placed my back against the cabinet so I was facing him. He was startled at my position but I didn’t give him the chance to question it.

Wrapping my lips around his tip, I sucked his foreskin and savored every drop of precum. “You taste good, Lath.” He moaned, and I wished I could record it so I would never forget what it sounded like. My hands returned to his butt, and I spread him wide. I used the leverage to pull him forward. His dick slid over my tongue, and I moaned around him. Every little twitch and sound he gifted me spurred me on, and soon I was taking him all the way down.

His thigh muscles trembled, and his balls were drawn up tight. He was so close to coming, but I wasn’t ready for this to be over. With one final slurp, I popped off his dick and slid between his legs.

“What?” he croaked.

“Ssh. I got you, Lath.” I quickly undressed and stood him up so our naked bodies were flush against one another. He sighed into my touch and dropped his head back onto my shoulder. My cock nestled itself between his cheeks, and I had to count backward to stop myself from coming. Just witnessing myself between him was hotter than anything I’d ever seen.

I gripped his dick hard and stroked him from root to tip. He was nice and wet from my mouth and his precum, making it so I didn’t need any lube.

“That feel good, Silver?”

“Uh-huh,” he murmured. His eyes were closed as he rocked his hips into my fist. It gave me the perfect opportunity to watch him without him knowing it. I drank in his sharp cheekbones and his plump lips. I counted the light freckles and savored how his eyelashes fluttered. I memorized every little tell, sound, and response he made, determined to be an expert in what made Lathan Silver come undone.

Gripping his pec with my free hand, I tweaked his nipple and rolled the bud under my thumb. Lathan’s hips stuttered, and I watched as he came. He moaned loudly as he found his release. Thick ropes of cum spurted out and covered my hand, the counter, and his abs. Watching him come was erotic, and my own orgasm teetered on the edge.

Using my cum covered hand, I stroked my dick and lubed it up with his release before spreading his cheeks and thrusting myself between them.

“You look so hot like this,” I groaned. One, two, three passes was all it took for me to come. It was all too much for me to last any longer. I wrapped my arms around him and held him to me. I wouldn’t let him get away this time. Thankfully, he didn’t fight me. Not that I believed he could. He was practically boneless in my arms.

“I’m going to release you, but you’re not to run away this time. Understood?”

He nodded, and I bent to help him step out of his pants and shoes. Before he could question it, I took his hand and led him down the hallway. I stopped in front of my door.

“We’re going to shower. Whose do you want to use?”

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