Page 226 of Worthy

“You okay?” he asks, his hand working me over slowly.

I nod, flexing my hips involuntarily. “Good. That was good.” I relax back into the couch and open my eyes again. He releases me, removes his glasses, and sets them on the coffee table.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Then he’s diving down on my cock.

“Damn,” is all I say before placing my hands on the back of his head. Tell him to stop? Fucking never, I’d die before I ended this.

I flex my fingers, enjoying the way the soft strands of his hair feel under my fingertips. He’s working me over with his mouth, sliding up and down quickly, while his hand works the base. The slurping sounds and my moans are the only noise in the room and it just heightens how quickly my orgasm is coming. Fuck, he’s rocking my world right now. He swallows on every downstroke, his throat working the head of my cock over perfectly, and yet I want more. I can’t believe I waited so long to try this.

“That feels so fucking good,” I tell him, and I rock up slightly, wanting to fit all of me into his throat. He moves his hand, grips my thighs, and then relaxes, letting me slide in all the way. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he lets me take control. Using the floor for leverage, I press up, fucking into his mouth. “Oh, fuck. Damn, this is better than anything I’ve ever felt.” I’m a mumbling mess, eager and ready to get to the finish line. I slide a hand down his face and hold the front of his throat. When I feel my cock hitting there a wave of possessiveness runs through me. I don’t like that other guys have had this. That anyone else knows how good this feels, because right now, he’s mine. I moan, unable to stop it. I’m too close. He’s working with me, mouth sliding up and down as I fuck into his mouth over and over again. “I’m going to come soon.”

He nods, eyes looking up, and when our gazes collide it’s enough to set me off. I release a hoarse cry, rocking up once more before the first splash of cum releases. He swallows, eagerly taking everything I have to give.

I drop my hands to the couch, resting my head against the back of it as my chest heaves. Christ, that was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. I hear the sound of his zipper and I tilt my head and watch as his hand slides into his pants. He’s working himself over fast, eyes closed, lip trapped between his teeth and I realize he’s about to get off by himself.

I don’t think so. After what he just did for me, he deserves a helping hand. Pun-intended. I reach out, pulling him from the floor and onto my lap, despite feeling completely boneless I still manage to move him easily. He releases a little yelp, eyes flying open and hands coming to grip my shoulders, before settling onto my thighs. “What are you doing?” His face flushed pink, and I realize this is the first time I’ve seen him up close without his glasses. He’s so beautiful. I reach up, running my finger across the freckles on his nose, enjoying the little gasp of breath he releases. So responsive.

“This is mine.” Then I reach into his pants and grab ahold of his dick. The first dick I’ve touched that wasn’t my own. It feels just like mine, maybe a little longer and I give it an experimental tug.

“Oh…” he moans. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to…” he trails off, hips rocking into my hand. What kind of asshole guy has he been with that didn’t reciprocate during sex? The wrong kind, that’s for sure.

I lean forward, placing a soft kiss on his lips before removing my hand. “I very much want to. Now, get rid of these clothes, they’re in my way.”

Not having to be told twice, he stands, dropping his pants and boxers before climbing back on my lap. It’s all too fast and I don’t get to really have my fill of looking at him, but that’s okay, I’ll make time later to explore every bit of his body. I take hold of his cock again, giving him slow tugs and watching him closely for any signs of discomfort. I’ve never done this before but I know what I like so I’m hoping he likes the same things. By the way his chest is heaving and the soft moans escaping him, I’d say he’s enjoying himself.

“Does this feel good?” I ask, wanting to make sure I’m doing it the way he likes.

He nods, his eyes half-mast, pleasure evident. “So good.” Hell yeah. I start moving faster, only stopping to spit into my hand, wanting to make this really good for him. “Mmm, yeah. That’s perfect.” He’s panting and moving on my lap, and my dick perks despite my recent orgasm. This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s the sexiest thing. I wish his shirt wasn’t in the way, I want to see all of him. “Fuck, I’m close,” he whines, his back bowing. “Don’t stop.”

Like fuck I will. I use my other hand, sliding down to give his balls a little roll and he cries out. His mouth is dropped open, eyes closed, head tipped back, and I’m just stuck on how handsome he looks like this. The first jet of cum coats my palm as he comes and I love how it feels. I wrap my dry hand around his back when he slumps forward, head falling on my shoulder, and I inhale the mixed scent of sweat and cologne on his skin. Unable to stop myself, I nuzzle the side of his face and plant a kiss on his cheek.

He lets out a little sigh before sitting back and looking at me. “Hi.”

I can’t help but smile at how cute and shy he seems now. “Hi,” I whisper back, eyes falling to where my cum-covered hand is sitting between us. Curious, I bring my hand to my mouth and give it a lick. It’s a little bitter but doesn’t taste bad. I glance at him again and note the red hue of his cheeks. “You okay?”

He blinks, nodding quickly. “Yeah, I just can’t believe you did that.”

I frown, eyeing the cum on my hand. “Why not? You did?”

“Yeah, but it’s not my first time.” His words are like a punch to the chest. I don’t like them at all.Don’t like the thought of him being with other guys.“What’s wrong?”

I shake my head. “Oh, nothing.” I give him a smile, then gesture to my dirty hand. “Need to clean up.”

“Right.” He returns my smile before sliding off me. Snagging my pants off the floor, I head to the bathroom down the hall to clean up. I need to get a grip. Sex one time doesn’t make him mine. Hell, he probably doesn’t even like me like that. This is probably just a pity lay.

Poor straight guy doesn’t know what he wants.

I shake my head and stare at my reflection in the mirror, telling my brain to shut up. I’m not an insecure guy usually, so I hate that I feel this way right now. Lance isn’t like that anyway. He’s a good one.

I hurry to finish cleaning up, pull on my boxers and pants, then exit the bathroom. I find Lance lingering near the couch, put back together, shoes on, and his bag thrown over his shoulder like he’s waiting on me to go. You’d never know he just came moments ago.

“Are you leaving?” I ask, sounding a little panicked. Of course he’s leaving. Why would he stay?

He shakes his head. “I was waiting to see if you wanted to go get some dinner? I’m starving, I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

My heart kicks up slightly with excitement. “I could eat.”

He gives me a bright smile and fuck, I want to kiss his sweet lips again. I want my assistant again. I want him in more ways than one, and with that comes the sudden realization of how completely screwed I am.

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