Page 70 of Except You

So I do the same, pulling his off and letting it join mine.

We do this until we’re both naked, our cocks stiff, our breathing labored.

“Back against the headboard,” he says softly, and I nearly sprint to do as he says, trying to be cool about it but unable to manage. When I’m sitting up against it, my legs spread out before me, he straddles me once more.

God, I love it when he sits on me like this. I just love being close to him.

Our hands wrap around our own dicks and we start jerking ourselves, our eyes shifting between each other’s faces and where our dicks are. Our knuckles knock as we move—that’s how close we are, and yet, it’s not close enough. It’s not.

I let out a soft moan, and Max’s eyes darken even more. His tongue peeks out of his mouth and wets his lips, almost as if in anticipation.

And then I feel it, the soft stroke of his finger against my cock. Just a touch, a gentle rub, and I gasp, trying to stop myself from coming just like that.

“Oh my god,” I whisper when he does it again. His finger is pressed against the tip of me, sliding my precum around my head.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, and I shake my head, swallowing roughly.

“Never stop,” I breathe, and it’s all the encouragement he needs. My hand falls away from my hard length, and his captures it, bringing his strong fist around it like a vise. And the feel of him, the way his fingers flex around me sets me off. He gets one pump in, and I explode with a cry.

Cum shoots from my tip and nearly hits me in the eye as I arch up, trying to extend this orgasm for as long as I can. And when I finally come down from it, Max is grinning at me, his hand sadly absent from my dick.

“That was fast.”

“Shut up,” I murmur, even though I’m grinning too.

“You can do that to me, if you want,” Max says, looking a little embarrassed, but he shouldn’t be. This is so damn hot.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“I won’t come as fast as you. I’ll make you work for it.”

I roll my eyes as my hand wraps around his dick, feeling the weight of it. His eyelids flutter, his nostrils flaring as I start to stroke him.

“Like that, huh?”

“It’s different. Yeah, it’s…good.”

I wish I could give him a blow job, really rock his world, but I don’t offer that. I know this is a huge step for him, a major move in the gay direction.

“Harder,” he says, and my fist closes in around him with a firmer grip.

“Faster,” he moans when I start to really work him.

I love the feel of his dick in my hand, of knowing that it’s me who’s bringing him pleasure.

“You like this, huh? Your Bow-tie stroking your cock.”

“I do,” he moans, his chin dropping to his chest. “I so fucking do.”

I hum happily as I continue to stroke him, and it’s when I reach down with my other hand and cup his balls that he releases. His cum shoots out across my hand and some lands on his stomach before he finally lets out a long shudder and rests his forehead against mine.

“Fuck. Yes.”

I grin, and he presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Thank you,” he whispers and goddamn. No one has thanked me for sex in ages.

This man.