Page 16 of Jacked
I lick my lips and forcibly stop myself from wondering what it would feel like to drag my tongue over his hard, hairy nipple.
Nipple play isn’t gay though. Women have nipples.
I guess the hairy part is a little more manly, but it’s probably just curiosity. Hell, I’ve never minded a woman who prefers not to shave. No big deal.
AJ grunts and wraps his hand around his cock.
Oh, right, the video…
SIXTY SECONDS - GO!
I grab my cock and a moan slips past my lips unintentionally. Our eyes meet and… fuck… his expression is intense. His eyes are dark and wild, there’s sweat beading on his forehead, and every stroke has his nostrils flaring just a little. A masculine, musky scent surrounds us, and my thigh brushes against his. My balls tighten as the heat builds and builds. Precum pours between my fingers with every rough tug.
Close.
Close.
Close…
STOP.
AJ trembles and lets out a gasping whine, his fingers tightening around his cock like he can’t get himself to let go. Jesus. Nowthatis hot.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek and force my hand off of my dick. I couldn’t even tell you what instructions are on the screen right now, I’m too mesmerized by how swollen his cock looks, pouring precum even faster than mine, jerking and twitching involuntarily as he clenches his fists on his thighs to keep from losing the game.
Fuck the game. When he finally finishes, how big of a load will it be? Is he going to manage to keep holding back all of his grunts and moans, swallowing them down and stifling them between clenched teeth?
The next round starts and my cock pulses eagerly as soon as I get my hand back around it. No way am I going to make it the full fifteen minutes tonight. Every inch of my skin feels like a live wire. It’s more than just our knees bumping now; my thigh is flush against AJ’s, and even the way the hair on his leg tugs at mine is making sparks dance in my gut.
He strokes himself faster this time, a dazed look glazed in his eyes, his lips parting on throaty sounds. Goose bumps rise all over my body, and everything inside of me gets hotter and tighter. My toes curl against the wood floor and my thighs quake. I lick my lips and the salty tang of sweat hitting my tongue sends my pulse skyrocketing.
I can’t…
I can’t…
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan, my cock pulsing in my fist before I get the chance to let go and pull back from the edge. “Fuck,” I grunt again, giving in to the way my muscles tighten and shiver, my balls throbbing with every volcanic spurt that sprays over my bare belly, painting me with streaks of thick white cum. I sag against the couch and stroke myself leisurely, chasing every last wave of pleasure.
I let out a shuddering breath and peel my eyes back open. The guy on the screen is still going strong, following the promptto tease his nipples now. But AJ is slumped on the couch, breathing hard just like I am, his tank top soaked with his release.
I missed it.
My stomach sinks with disappointment.
Wait, what?
No, I’m definitely not disappointed that I was too distracted by my own orgasm to see AJ’s O-face. That would be…
I shake my head and let out a laugh to ease the tension in my chest. He joins in, sharing an amused “did we seriously just do that?” look with me as we both tug our shorts back up in a hurry.
I wipe my hands on my shorts since I’m going to need to shower in a minute anyway, then fumble to turn off the video. AJ avoids eye contact, shifting to the edge of the couch like he’s about to get up too.
“So… uh…” What exactly do you say to another dude you just jerked off with in a totally non-romantic, completely straight way?
“No homo?” he says with a crooked smile, plucking the words straight out of my brain.
I bark out a laugh and nod.
“Right. No homo.”
