Page 15 of Hot Doggin'
He feels good next to me. Comforting. I scoot closer, bumping my ass against his body, and close my eyes. I could get used to falling asleep like this every night.
“I can feel you perving on me,” Stiles mumbles, eyes closed. “I swear to Christ, Mac, if I open my eyes and see your hand in your pants, I’m gonna kick your ass.”
Was I shaking the bed too hard? Fuck, Stiles’s sleepy eyes crack open, and the first thing he sees is me sprawled out on my side, wearing nothing but my boxer shorts.
With my hand in my pants.
Also, I’m facing him, which might appear to look like I’m staring at him. Perving on him.
Lightning quick, he rolls on top of me and grabs me in a headlock, pressing his knuckles into my scalp as he rubs the hair from my head. “I warned you.”
“Quit,” I plead, the sound muffled beneath his thick arms. “I was just scratching my nuts.” He doesn’t let up. “I swear!”
Finally, he relents, rolling back to his side of the bed. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Dude, I thought you were asleep. And I wasn’t jacking off toyou, I just happened to be laying next to you.” Was it my fault we had to share a hotel room on a road trip with the ALR? Was it my fault that I woke up horny? I mean, who doesn’t?
“What happened last night? I feel like I missed something.” He rubs the sleep from his eyes and cracks his jaw wide with a yawn.
“You got one of your headaches and couldn’t remember why you were here.”
“And you put me to bed? In your bed?”
“Of course.”
“Awwwww.” He gets me in a headlock again, but at least this time he doesn’t press as hard. “I can’t take your bed every night. I might have to stay at the motel, after all.”
“Bullshit. Look, we share the bed just fine.”
He eyes my boxer shorts. “Fine, as long as you agree not to beat off next to me.”
“Shit, you wish. Do you want breakfast?” I check the alarm clock over his shoulder. “We’ve got about an hour before I’ve got to take you to work.”
“Sure. But wash your hands first.”
With Stiles gone at work, I have the apartment to myself again. I dick around on the VA’s website for an hour, checking out articles on various claims I have pending for some of my clients, but then I get bored and switch over to porn.
Unzipping my pants, I tilt my chair back and slide my hand down my boxers, breathing out a sigh of satisfaction when my fingers wrap around my semi-hard shaft.
Fuck, that feels good. The chick in the video is blowing some dude who looks a lot like Stiles. Not that it weirds me out—he’s a handsome guy. Thick black hair, thick beard, and built a lot like me—solid, wide… he’s the darkness to my fire. Basically, we’re smokin’ fuckin’ hot.
He’s going to town on her face, making a damn mess of it, and I’m here for it. Whipping off my t-shirt, I take my cock all the way out and spit in my hand, smearing it up and down my shaft with each pass. I’ve got this trick to make me cum in under two minutes. Using the fingers on my left hand, I make a ring around the base of my cock and squeeze until it becomes engorged with blood, which makes it more sensitive. Veins bulging, skin turning purple, I stroke hard and fast with my right hand. My wrist rotates over my fat head with each stroke, and it makes my thighs twitch.
So good.He gags her with his cock, holding her hair back from her face like a gentleman while she struggles with her gag reflex, and that sends me over the edge. The muscles in my stomach contract as a wave of pleasure rolls through me, and I squirt into my T-shirt with a grunt.
After I wash up and find a new shirt, I return to my computer, and my body might be sated, but my mind ain’t. I pull up the dating sites that I frequent, hoping there’s a new hit. Sure enough, I matched with a girl named Breanna. And she’s local!
She sent me a message, asking me to hit her up.
All I can hear is Stiles’s voice in my head, warning me about girls whose names end with the letter A. Collectively, we’ve had enough bad luck with them to last a lifetime.
Serena
Amanda
Kayla
Tanya
