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I shiver under his touch, my head falling back against the pillows as his mouth envelops me. Intense heat wraps around my cock. “Fucckkk!” I yell, close to bucking off the bed. Only his strong forearm on my stomach stops me. “Not gonna….” He takes me deep, and my eyes roll back, my cum bursting out of me in fast pulses.
They don’t stop, seeming to last forever as Kobe sucks me more gently, tugging every ounce of cum from my oversensitive dick.
Three sucks. Three goddamn fucking sucks, and I came so hard, I’m not sure my brain cells will ever function again. Or my dick.
Shit. Heat floods my chest, and I press my forearm over my closed eyes, breaths ragged. Kobe eases off me and presses a soft kiss to the crown of my cock. As a shudder racks through me, humiliation bites at my ankles and starts to weave its unwelcome?—
“Fuck, you taste incredible.” Kobe’s weight appears on top of me. I shift my arm quickly, careful not to smack him in the face. I open my eyes as Kobe settles fully on top of me. Peering back at me is Kobe with a killer smile. Satisfaction is easy to read in his expression as he dots a kiss to my lips and angles up so we can see each other clearly.
His gaze drinks me in, his smile dimming. “You okay?” Concern dips his voice low.
I huff out a breath, the humiliation trying to take root in my chest easing a little from his blissed-out state and his worry. I part my lips to speak. The fuck should I say? The man has been the star of my fantasies for years, and sure, it’s fast, how rapidly my heart beats for him—but I like him a whole fucking lot.
When I don’t answer, Kobe’s muscles bunch, his body shifting, as though making to move.
My body reacts before my brain can process, and I wrap my limbs around him, stopping him from moving. Kobe stills, a question filling his features, eyebrow arching high.
Ignoring my burning cheeks, I admit, “You had my cock in your mouth for what, five seconds, and I blew like?—”
“—like you’re the hottest fucking man I’ve ever swallowed.” While a large grin is shot my way, there’s a softening in his eyes. Understanding. “Yeah… and whenever you’re ready to go again, I’ll happily keep drinking you dry.”
Sweet Jesus.Words escape me. Not a surprise since my cock chubs and my mind goes fuzzy. There’s only one thing for it. I haul him back to my chest and press my lips to his, kissing him tenderly until he groans. Then, all bets are off.
We’re all tongue and teeth as we rut against each other. Our dicks slide, both so damn hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if my dick was purple and bruised by tomorrow.
But it’ll be so worth it.
“Fuck. Let me get lube,” Kobe manages with short, raspy pants, pulling away not even an inch.
Urgh. I know he’s right, and being slicked up will feel so incredible…. “Only if you can reach without getting off me.” I can just about focus on his handsome face, my lust-addled brain finding it a real struggle.
Kobe’s lips quirk. “I think I can manage that.”
“Thank Christ,” I mumble, groaning slightly when he angles away to reach for the bedside drawer. I use the opportunity to latch onto his nipple. I lick and lave the flat of my tongue over it, enjoying his heady grunt and the tightening of his muscles. What I don’t do is loosen my legs that grip him tightly.
“Malik,nngh….” His face once again appears above me. Wide-eyed and looking almost crazed, Kobe launches himself atme. He captures my lips, driving his tongue into my mouth, and proceeds to make me forget how to do anything but be here with him. In this moment.
Beyond his scent, the tastes of our combined cum, and the soft snick of Kobe opening the lube, nothing else exists. That is until his palm slicks over my rigid length.
“Holy… fuck yes.” The words tear out of me.
Shifting slightly, Kobe positions his dick against mine, his hand slippery and silky as he grips our cocks.
I can’t look away. Don’t want to.
The sounds of our heavy pants, the wet squelches and slaps—the combination threatens to unravel me. Again. He’s just so incredibly hot. His grip perfect.
I can’t hold…. “Fuck, Kobe, I’m gonna fucking come….” I dart my eyes up, capturing his gaze. Big mistake. Fucking huge.
The intensity staring back at me has found new highs.
The world narrows to Kobe’s face. His half-lidded eyes are molten, every ounce of his focus trained on me like I’m the only thing in his universe. My chest tightens, my stomach flips, and my cock twitches violently in his firm, slick grip.
“Then come for me, Malik,” he rasps, his voice a gravelly promise that slides through me like scorching heat. His hand speeds up, and I can’t decide what’s more overwhelming: the friction, the wet glide of our lengths sliding together, or the primal sound of our combined moans filling the room.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders, desperate for an anchor as my body coils tighter, my release inevitable. My thighs tremble, my breaths shorten, and a deep, guttural groan tears from my throat as I finally lose myself. My orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave, leaving me wrecked and weightless, spilling hot and thick between us. The world whites out for a heartbeat, then another, before I float back to the present on shaky exhales.
Kobe doesn’t stop. His grip stays steady, guiding his own release as he thrusts against me. “So fucking perfect,” he mutters, his voice breaking into a growl as his head tips back. His entire body stiffens, a shudder rocking through him as he follows me over the edge.
