Page 37 of Give In To Love
“You know where.”
“Yeah, I think I have a pretty good idea.” I brushed my fingers against him again. “But I want to hear you say the words.”
He huffed out a frustrated breath. “My dick. I want you to touch my dick.”
I chuckled at his petulant tone, but this was exactly what I wanted. I wanted him so needy, so on edge, that he forgot to be nervous and just let himself feel.
I slid my hand lower, the tips of my fingers coming fully in contact with his length. Though I still couldn’t see what I was doing, I could feel that his dick was jutting straight out in front of him. I ran my fingertip along the underside, smiling when it jerked in response.
“Turn around. I want to see you.”
He obliged, turning to face me, eyes hazy and lust-drunk as steam billowed around us. “You can touch me too. Anywhere you like.”
“Oh.” His eyes widened. “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize. It wasn’t a complaint. Just letting you know that there isn’t any part of me that’s off-limits for you. I want you to feel comfortable exploring as much as you want.”
“Oh. That’s good. I do…want that. To touch you.”
I deliberately nudged his hip with my dick and waggled my eyebrows.
Tension had started to creep back into his shoulders, but he relaxed at my antics. He reached out a tentative finger and trailed it down my shaft, sending a full-body shudder through me. My cock jumped at the contact, and he did it again, a little more firmly this time.
“I’ve never touched another guy’s dick before,” he whispered reverently.
“And what do you think?”
“Yours is nice.”
I swallowed the urge to laugh, not wanting to make him self-conscious. Admittedly, it was a silly question. How were you supposed to respond when someone asked you a question like that?
“Dicks are pretty great.” I flashed him a smile, then reached out and took his cock in my hand, letting it rest heavily in my palm. “I like yours a whole lot.”
I bent forward and kissed him, pleased when he opened automatically, meeting my tongue with his. His hand tightened around my dick as we kissed, and the feel of Jimmy’s hands on me like this waseverything. I thought I might nut just from that contact alone.
After a long moment, I pulled back and released him, turning to grab the body wash. “Give me your hand.” I squirted some into his palm and a little more in mine, then guided him back to my erection while taking his in my hand.
“We’re going to stroke each other at the same time, sunshine. You okay with that?”
At Jimmy’s nod, I gave him a slow tug, pleased when he released a low moan. When he tentatively gave my dick a stroke of its own, my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. “Yes. Just like that. That’s perfect.”
Gaining confidence, he did it again, and I figured I better get back to stroking him as well, or I would come before he did, and that wouldn’t do.
I took his mouth, swallowing the needy little sounds he made as we both picked up the pace. The kiss turned more aggressive and our strokes rougher as we climbed higher and higher toward our releases. I was moments from coming when I pushed him against the wall, batted his hand away, and took both of us in hand. I tried to continue kissing him, but it was more like panting into his mouth as I jerked us, frantically chasing the orgasm that seemed just out of reach.
I reached my free hand down, cupped his sac, and gave it a small squeeze. “Come for me, sunshine. I want to feel your spunk all over my dick. I want?—”
He grunted, then let out a low whine as his entire body stiffened and hot spurts of cum coated my hand.
“That’s it. You’re so perfect. You’re doing—” My words were cut off by my own orgasm blowing through me like a hurricane. It was like a bomb going off, fireworks on the Fourth of July, a freight train barreling through me, all the clichés rolled into one epic orgasm that had my knees weak and spots dancing in my vision. Somehow, I managed to stroke both of us through it until my dick was completely spent and his began to soften in my hand.
I released us but didn’t move away from him, resting my forehead against the cool tile next to his head as we struggled to breathe.
“Alright?” I asked when I remembered how to form words.
He chuckled. “More than.”
“Good. That’s good,” I panted. I found the strength to pull my head away from the tile and look at him. He looked utterly blissed out, his wet curls plastered to his forehead, his lips rosy red, and his eyes slightly unfocused. “God, you’re beautiful like this.” I pressed another kiss to his lips before he could respond, then pulled back. “We should probably get cleaned up, or we’re gonna be late.”
