Page 51 of Last Call Lindy Hop
Luckily, he seemed to have the same idea, and as we came back together he took both our cocks in hand.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped as I started fucking into his grip. I’d never in my life have expected for it to feel so good to have my cock against another man’s as we thrust into his hand.
“Eli,” he moaned, leaning in and using me for support as we stood there. Then he whined as I grabbed his ass with one hand and the back of his neck in the other, dragging him into a fierce kiss.
I wanted that moment to last forever, us touching each other for the first time. But my cock was about ready to explode, and I wanted to feel him inside me.
“Bed,” I breathed, breaking the kiss.
He nodded, his breath fanning over my face in rhythmic waves as he panted.
My cock protested the lack of his hand as he released me, but it was about to get better. I trusted him, and I knew he’d make it good.
We fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, kissing and grinding—seeking whatever stimulation possible.
“Lube,” I panted. “Nightstand. Drawer.”
Lance nodded into my neck, then scooted off me just enough to reach into the drawer. I heard him rummaging around before shifting down the bed and between my legs.
“Holy fuck!” I shouted as my cock was engulfed in his hot mouth.
He hummed as he started bobbing, sliding his tongue over the bundle of nerves at the base of the head.
I bunched the bedspread in my hands as I fought the urge to thrust into the heat. I was already too close, and if I gave in I’d be coming down his throat before I’d even be able to warn him.
Oh this gorgeous man was going to destroy me in the best way possible.
Lance quickly set a rhythm, and I was so lost in the pleasure that I nearly missed the distinctivesnickof him opening the lube. I tensed momentarily, but another hum along my cock had me throwing back my head with a deep groan.
A few more bobs, and my body relaxed again. It was then that Lance pressed a lubed finger to my entrance and started massaging.
Sparks of new pleasure danced up my spine and I let out a shuddering moan. The way he teased made me want him inside even more.
Finally, when I felt I couldn’t take it anymore, he slipped one finger inside. I cried out at the unexpected pleasure of the intrusion, unable to keep from bucking my hips as he slowly worked it in and out.
“Fuck… Lance…” I moaned. “I’m…”
He released my cock with a wet pop, and I panted as all my senses snapped to the sensation of his finger inside me.
“Good?” he asked.
I closed my eyes, focusing on what he was doing. “God, yes.”
“I’m going to add a second finger,” he warned. “It might sting.”
“Ok.”
There was a moment of hesitation, then his mouth on my cock again at the same time that a second finger joined the first.
The sting was there, but a swipe of his tongue around the head of my cock was the perfect diversion. By the time I could focus again there was only the pleasure of him working me open.
Then Lance curled his fingers and I damn near leapt off the bed as sparks of ecstasy danced up my spine.
“Fuck!” I shouted.
Lance chuckled, further ramping my pleasure as his fingers brushed my sweet spot again.
“Close,” I managed to gasp out, feeling the pre-cum running down my cock.
