Page 60 of The Guy Next Door
I love knowing how he’s working himself up for this. For me.
The pressure in my balls is too much for me, and I grab my cock and stroke.
He hammers away, and he’s in just the right spot.
“Like that,” I tell him. “Right there, right there.”
He doesn’t let me down. Doesn’t alter his pace.
“Give me that cum so I can lap it up,” he orders.
The thought of my cum on his lips is too much, and with one more thrust, it’s over for me—ropes of cum shoot out, and I feel some land on my fucking chin as he pushes it right out of me.
I vibrate and twist with sensation as his movements finally slow, and soon, I’m a corpse on the bed, my muscles surrendering to the sparks that still fire off in me as I come down from the high of what we shared.
Zane pulls out slowly, his care reminding me that even though he can drill my ass, he can still be so considerate and careful with me. It’s one of the many reasons I’m glad he’s the one who showed me what it was like.
He removes the condom and discards it, jerking himself before he buries his face in my load, lapping me up just like he said he would.
“Please don’t come yet,” I tell him.
He growls into my abs. “Leif, I don’t know if I can.”
“Please, I’m begging,” I say, since I know what that means to him.
And he shoots a look my way, pulling his hand away from his cock.
I sit up and grab it, stroking. “Please, I really want to.”
He starts to smile, but his chin quivers as his hips move back and forth.
I gaze down at that beautiful cock. Damn, how did I never look at a dick and see what I see when I look at Zane’s? Why does he make me so needy for it? How has it got me begging to do this?
Whatever the reason, I submit, leaning down and taking him into my mouth.
16
ZANE
What the hellare we doing?
I mean, it’s obviouswhatwe’re doing, but how did my fantasies turn into Leif sliding his lips down my cock as I lick off some of his cum from my lips? As fresh as when I lapped it off his abs, the taste sets me at ease despite how on edge my body is.
His ass already took me close, and then when I pulled out, I figured I was just going to shoot on him, when he threw me with his request, and how the hell was I going to say no to that?
As he braves farther down my shaft than the first time he made the attempt, I have to warn him, “Leif, I’m so close, I’m gonna shoot if you…”
He pulls off briefly and whispers, “Shoot in my mouth.” Then he’s back on my dick, his lips clasping around it.
His warm tongue glides across my flesh, torturing my nerves, which are already at the very edge, waiting for him to flip that trigger. And when he does, my balls and dick throb before a jolt rushes through me, heat building in my face.
“Fuck!” I call out.
As my hips jerk in a quick series of thrusts, Leif grips my ass cheeks. He’s not even halfway on my cock before I’m shooting down his throat.
The release is explosive, my mind spinning as I call out, my nerves hypersensitive as Leif bobs his head up and down quickly, then pulls back, and I hear him fucking swallow me before he licks cum off the head.
I don’t know what comes over me—hell, I’m hardly in control of my movements—but I reach down and take his chin, guiding him up until we’re face-to-face. “Open your mouth,” I tell him, and when he does, I lick his tongue for a taste. Then I grab either side of his head, burying my face into his as we’re all tongues, saliva, and remnants of us.