“Barrett…am I safe with you?”
My heart stops. My blood whooshes in my head, making the room around her tilt.
“Don’t think, just answer. Barrett—would you hurt me?”
She bites my nipple, and I hiss.
“Would you hurt me on purpose?”
Her hand unbuttons my pants and delves inside, right past the elastic of my boxer-briefs, not stopping until her hand is wrapped around my dick. I can’t help myself: I rub against her soft hand.
“No. You wouldn’t.”
“No,” I groan. She starts to stroke me.
“I don’t care about the rest. Look at me.” I do—for just a second—till my eyes shut. “Barrett—I don’t care. Come with me to my room and let me make you feel good. Let me make you sleep. Unless you don’t want me. Do you want me?”
“Yes,” I moan, putting a hand over her hand. “But when I take you—” My jaw clenches. I’m so hard I can’t think straight. “I don’t know if I can… Fuck.” I groan again as she encircles my head, feathering her fingertips over the rim, then tightening her grip as she strokes firmly down.
“Don’t worry. You’re all good.” And with that terrible untruth, Gwenna leads me toward her room.
THREE
Barrett
“Why do you think…I can’t sleep?” I manage as we walk through her dark office. I clutch her arm as her hand moves between my legs. “What do you think…I remember?” My voice is hoarse with all my secrets.
Her hand squeezes my shaft. “It doesn’t matter, Barrett. Don’t push me away.” Her free hand lifts my shirt, glides down my abs, and joins the one that’s stroking me inside my boxer-briefs. I groan as she starts to work me with both hands, one pumping up and down my shaft, the other gently tugging on my sac.
“Fuck, Gwen— Ohh.” My balls draw up, and I can feel my cockhead leaking. “You keep that up…” I pant in warning. She pauses in mid-stroke to kiss my bicep, then resumes her stroking, her hand squeezing tighter, stroking faster.
She knows just how I like it…on my dick. I try to catch my breath and find I can’t. Her hand…
Gwenna’s voice cuts through my heavy breathing. “That’s right, baby. Come in my hand.” She jerks my cock just right, making my hips tremble and my balls tighten. She fondles me there, lifting up and stroking just behind them.
“Fucking hell…”
Bliss billows through me, hot and potent. I thrust against her hands because I can’t help it. I need…
I buck against her. Panic streaks through me, but I can’t grasp it. I spread my legs and clench her shoulder. Groan.
“You made me come, so now it’s your turn, Barrett. Keep your eyes shut just like that and think about my mouth on you…sucking.” Her hand grips me underneath my head. “My tongue would lick just under here…” Her finger strokes around the rim. “Then I’d pull you into my mouth, where it’s warm…and soft. I’d stroke my tongue right here—” She fingers the sensitive notch under my head, making my legs tremble. “Then I’d pull you out and lick underneath one more time and…flick my tongue over this little slit.” She drags her thumb over it, and my body bucks.
I let out a loud moan.
“You’re so big,” she whispers. Her palm cups my head, twisting slightly as her other hand tugs on my balls. My shaft throbs, desperate for attention. I can feel my legs move, my weight shifting as I thrust my aching member at her.
“Gwenna…please.”
“That’s right,” she murmurs. The hand around my head moves down my shaft, sliding toward the base. “If you…were in me…” She strokes up and down, making my balls bounce. “It would stretch me. I’d be…tight…around you.”
Her hand plays under the rim of my head, stroking so light it should tickle…but instead it makes my legs feel weaker. “Oh fuck, Gwen…I’m gonna come…”
“That’s right. I want to see you, Barrett…” Her words are whispered, warm against my chest. I feel my cock swell and stiffen further, pleasure building, moving through my belly, down my thighs. Her hand grips tighter, strokes me faster.
“Gwen—”
I think about her pussy, swollen, slick against my mouth. Her hand rolls my balls as the other strokes my head, and I come like a fucking cannon, throbbing once, then blowing in her hands.