Page 21 of Double Delivery
“Fuuuuuuuck,” I breathed.
Tripp chuckled, sending shivers up my spine, then he started bobbing.
My head fell back against the stall divider, and my eyes fluttered shut. It was too good. My fingernails scraped the metal every time Tripp moaned or let his tongue dance along the most sensitive parts of my shaft. And I saw stars when he used his free hand to fondle my balls. It took every ounce of willpower to keep from thrusting into his mouth.
“I… I’m… I’m not gonna last,” I panted. I’d already been on the edge just from jerking him off.
He made an ‘mm-hmm’ sound that reverberated through me and made my toes curl.
“Triiiipp…”
He grabbed one of my hands and guided it to the back of his head.
The message was clear, and I immediately plunged both hands into his hair. My resolve was broken and I couldn’t hold back from fucking his face.
Tripp moaned and growled as he swallowed my cock over and over—letting me know how much he was enjoying it.
I forced my eyes open and looked down. His eyes were closed, his lips stretched around me.
I pulled back enough to let him breathe and brushed my fingertips over his cheek.
Tripp’s green eyes opened and met mine. He smiled as much as he could, then surged forward, taking me into his throat again.
That look was enough. His mouth was capable of working wonders, but the way his eyes conveyed how much hewantedto be there…
“I-I’m gonna…”
He squeezed my thigh at the same time he moaned.
I plunged myself deep and bit my lip to keep from crying out as I came.
Tripp swallowed greedily with every pulse. His fingers dug into my hips as he kept his nose buried against my skin.
It felt like the longest orgasm of my life as I kept coming, but eventually the pulses slowed, then stopped. I slumped against the stall divider, hoping my legs would be able to keep me up.
Tripp hummed as he used his tongue to clean my length before pulling off my cock.
“Wow…” I breathed.
“Good?” he teased, a slight rasp to his voice
“What do you think?”
He chuckled, and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in just enough to hook my hands under his arms. I pulled him up and directly into a kiss.
The flavor of my spend on Tripp’s lips had me on the verge of getting hard again, but I somehow managed to keep my overeager cock in check as our tongues tangled.
We came up for air, and I was about to pull Tripp back in for more when the bathroom door opened.
We both froze as another man grunted, then the sound of a zipper.
Tripp grinned, mirth in his eyes, and I had to keep myself from bursting into laughter as we listened to the other man piss.
The zipper again, a grunt—probably as he adjusted himself—then the briefest sound of the faucet before the door opened again.
We waited for a few seconds, then Tripp burst into laughter. “Guess he couldn’t hold it any longer.”
“Seems that way,” I replied, giving him a gentler kiss.
