Page 38 of A Minute More

I continue to rock into him, watching as his eyelids flutter, as his cheeks turn dark pink. He shudders and shakes, his entire body tensing from the strength of his orgasm. What would he look like taking my dick? The image of my cock sliding into his hole almost makes me fall over the edge.

“Fuck,” I whisper, and he pulls me back to his lips, kissing me softly until he’s back down on Earth. And I can’t move, I just revel in the sight of him.

“Jesus,” I rasp, and he swallows roughly, his eyes tired, his body wrung out.

“I didn’t…I didn’t mean for that to happen,” he says softly, and I shake my head, rolling off of him. I still want to kiss him, but I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable. I’ve already done that enough. I need to just give him some space. Let him come to me.

“It’s okay,” I say and then throw an arm over my face, trying to regulate my breathing, but it’s hard afterthat. I was not expecting it, and yet it’s exactly what I needed. My cock is still stiff between my legs, throbbing, the pulse of desire and need still sitting heavy.

“I should go,” he says and shifts to move, but I stop him by grabbing on to his arm roughly.

“No. Please stay. Let me clean you up…and we can watch a movie?” I ask, my voice almost pleading.

Simon thinks on it a minute before nodding, and I jolt upright, jogging to the bathroom with a command to not move.

I return a minute later with a warm washrag and hold it out to him before shaking my head and retracting it.

“No. Actually. I’d like to…to clean you up.”

Simon’s cheeks pinken. “You don’t need to.”

“I know, but I…just let me fucking do it, yeah?”

He nods, and I begin to work his belt open before undoing the button on his slacks. The zipper drags down and once more I find myself short of breath. It’s becoming a problem where Simon is concerned. I’ve developed asthma.

“Hips up,” I say softly and he does, letting me drag his pants down his legs, exposing his cock to me.

I can’t take my eyes off it. It’s half-hard, lying against his hip. His cum is smeared across it and for the first time, I wonder what that would taste like…

Goddammit, I think as I help him out of his pants entirely and toss them onto the ground. His hands move to cover himself up, but I gently tug them away, not wanting him to hide from me.

“It’s perfect,” I say softly as I gently wipe him up. The entire time Simon’s eyes are on mine, watching me attentively. He’s never looked at me for so long before. I don’t know what to do.

“What?” I ask as I slowly clean him up. I’m sure I’m taking far too long but I don’t want this to end.

“You’re touching another man’s dick.”

“I am.”

“And you’re not freaking out.”

“No. Maybe later,” I say as I drop the washrag to the ground and let my hand settle on his thigh.

The touch alone electrifies me, and I want nothing more than to lean down and press my lips against his once more. But I’m not sure he wants that. What if he’s done? What if he got what he wanted and he’s over it?

I let my hands flex against him and feel the muscles move under my palms.

“You’re strong,” I say stupidly.

“I run.”

“I’ve seen you.”

He swallows and nods. “I know.”

Our eyes meet and I groan, leaning into him, unable to help myself.

“I can’t keep away,” I say softly, sliding up his body and tucking myself into him. I can’t stop. “Don’t make me stay away.”

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