Page 48 of The Guy Next Door
Fuck…he’s driving me wild. Is this some kind of punishment for not letting him put it in his mouth?
Don’t torture me like this, Leif. Don’t fucking torture me.
It’s been hard enough with his parents arriving home this evening, though I should be happy about it. He’s safer with them around, but I’ll admit, I was hoping Leif would want to meet up again for the reasons he just texted me about.
He’s curious about my cock, which works great since I’m curious about his ass.
I should be fine. I’ve gone for how long without any hole, and it hasn’t been fun, but it hasn’t been as excruciating as it is now.
Something about the tease I got from Leif—feeling him up, knowing the dimensions of his hole, knowing where his goddamn prostate is. The way his brows shift when he’s coming.
And he’s about to make it so much worse.
He takes the toy and starts exploring around his ass.
“I’m gonna grab some lube,” I tell him, rushing, fumbling around.
I hurry to my nightstand and grab some. No need to burn my flesh with my dry hand like the last time I desperately caved to him.
When I return to my chair, he’s still working that thing into him, rocking his hips gently. It makes it easy to imagine how he’d take me.
“You’re not gonna be able to take my cock that fast,” I say.
“No?”
I shake my head. “I’ll have to ease into you. You’ll tense up; they always do. And I’ll have to wait for you to relax again, like I had to wait for you with my fingers. And then I’ll slip the head in…wait for you to adjust to me before inching in farther.”
He pushes the toy deeper. “Yeah? You’ll be good to it.”
“Of fucking course I will.”
He’s got me salivating.
I pull off my boxers and wet my hand, then begin stroking myself, matching the rhythm he’s already worked up.
As he pushes the toy back, he’s gotta be getting close to his prostate. Again, there’s a sting of jealousy, like some guy is fucking him. I can tell when he’s hit the spot by the way his body shifts in his bed. With his other hand, he plays with his nipple.
“It’ll feel better whenI’mthe one playing with that nipple. I’ll make you shoot harder than you’ve ever shot in your damn life.”
It’s becoming a mission—an obsession.
As his head rolls back against his pillow, a radiating sensation pulses in my hips.
“God, that sounds so good,” he says.
I think about my raw cock inside him—not that I’d do that in real life, but I’m not gonna lie to myself about what I want. I want to watch him adjusting to my size. See how happy he looks when he’s finally filled up. See how that ass matches my thrusts.
I lick my lips as my strokes become less controlled, more frenzied and desperate, my body seizing control, determined to get me to climax.
I can feel I’m getting too close, so I force myself to slow down.
I need to let him come first. Need to train my body to service his needs.
His body jerks and twists before he blasts across himself—this toy’s good, so I’m gonna have to be better, a challenge I accept willingly.
“Can I come?” I whisper.
“Please do it,” he begs. Fucking begs.