Page 145 of Finance Bros

He’s only got the one hand, and he’s holding the flesh light with it, so I lube my cock and arrange myself to face him. He pushes a discreet button on the toy, and it makes a soft swishing sound. Then he hands it to me. “You do it.”

We’ve got to get extremely close for this. I grab his thigh and pull it over mine, then line our erections up between us.Wrapping a fist around them, I stroke them both, and he groans. “Fuck, your dick feels so good.”

So does his. Hot and rigid and slick. It takes a few tries to get us into the soft, slippery hole together. There’s some cursing on my part and some breathy laughs on his, but once I get the aim right, and we sink into it together, we both gasp sharply.

“Jesus Christ,” I groan.

“That’s so fucking tight. Ryan…oh my God.”

The toy is filled with silicone, I think. It’s a squishy, wet, mess, but with his rigid length smashed against mine, I don’t know how I can last more than a few seconds.

Holding the toy still, I find his mouth with mine and kiss him.

He grunts in response to my tongue entering his mouth, and his good hand grips the back of my neck. “Is this too weird? he asks breathily.

“No,” I manage. “It’s incredible. I love it.”

With my free hand, I grab his ass and we start to move into the toy. Angles being what angles are, we each only get about halfway in, but with the mild, vibrating suction and the hard heat of his dick on mine, it’s more than enough.

“Shit,” I grunt.

“Mmm… God… Yes. Fuck my cock, Ryan. I love fucking you like this.”

“I love you,” I tell him.

“Fuck. Me, too, baby.”

Our kiss is messy and wet, interrupted with his whimpers and my grunts of restraint. I could come on command, but I’m doing everything I can to hold it in. He’s in a zone, languidly stroking with tight rolls of his hips and long licks of his tongue. It’s another dimension of sexy, and when I match his rhythm, it’s so good—so fucking good, I have to confess I’m screwed. “Gonna…unh…fuck…come.” The word is barely out before I’m nutting into the toy and all over his cock.

The pressure inside gets extreme as my dick thickens and throbs.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes, hand on my shoulder suddenly as his hips buck, and everything inside the flesh light gets hotter and filthier. We look at each other and our mouths slam together. I shove the toy onto our erupting dicks, and we pound into it together, crying out against each other’s mouths as we empty ourselves thrust after relentless thrust. The pleasure is mind-blowing. All the atoms in my body are in their most excitable state. Bliss is sweating through my pores.

Empty and overstimulated, I remove the fleshlight, trying to be careful with the mess we left inside, but there’s no good way to do it. I resolve to keep a stack of towels by the bed from now on.

“Well?” he asks, once I’ve laid it carefully on the floor and made my way back into his arms.

“So fucking hot,” I murmur into his neck. “You’re sofuckinghot.”

“You sure you didn’t take any of the pills?” he asks with a laugh in his words.

“Shut the fuck up. I did exactly what you wanted.”

“Yeah. You did.” He runs his fingers through my hair and looks into my eyes. “And I fucking love you for it.”

I might never understand it, but I take his word for it. “Ugh. Mal. I love you so much.”

Then. Now. And I’mguessing always.

Bailey grabsmy arm as I’m stepping into the conference room Monday morning and rushes me across the hall into the lounge. “Did you see the numbers this morning?”

I study her face, the feverish gleam in her eyes. “Which numbers?” Given where we work, she could mean anything, but I’m guessing this is more specific to us. Subscribers, likes, follows, shares, views.

“We’re in thehundredsof thousands.”

“Dollars?”

I can tell she’s getting frustrated by the thin, pressed line of her mouth, but she at least pretends to have patience with me as she shakes her head. “Views. YouTube subscribers. But if you want to know about dollars, those are rolling in, too. We’ve had more than six thousandPatreon subscribers since Saturday. The Discord is blowing the fuck up!”

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