“Every one of us—” His diaphragm expands, pressing against me. “Sometimes I think it would be better. I’m not the same.”
“No. I know. No one would be.”
He strokes my hair. He cups my body to his and hugs me tight. “You make things better. Too much better.” I feel his deep breaths under me. I touch his stomach: hard and firm. I stroke his ribs.
“Gwenna—”
“Shhh.”
ELEVEN
Barrett
“I can’t do this.”
Her fingers flatten over my lower abs, and I hold back a groan. My cock is so hard, it fucking hurts. Then her hand is cupping it, sending streaks of pleasure through my balls and down my legs. I swear, I can feel precum ooze against my boxer-briefs.
“I think you can.” Her voice is whispered. “I think you want to. Why can’t you? If you won’t give it to me, I want to know why I’m missing out.”
I blink and look at her through bleary eyes, trying to pull my thoughts together. My gaze wanders down to where she’s stroking me. I drag an unsteady breath in and speak in a rough voice.
“It’s been a long time…since I fucked. And you…” Her hand, warm and heavy even through my pants, drags up and down the length of my erection. “You shouldn’t…” I groan. “You’d regret it.”
Now I’m panting. Somewhere far away, I know I should do more to stop this, but she’s soft and warm and…touching me with tenderness. It feels so goddamned good.
Gwenna shakes her head, looking up into my eyes as she reaches into my sweats, revealing the thick hose of my cock covered in charcoal boxer-briefs. The sight of her hand closing over the head of me is enough to make my balls draw up.
“I like touching you.” She demonstrates by tracing the rim of my head with the pad of her thumb.
Her other hand wanders down my cotton-covered shaft and spreads out, pushing against the thin fabric until she’s stroking my balls.
“God, Barrett…”
She smooths the fabric of my boxers over the fullness, gives me a Cheshire Cat smile, then pulls the boxer-briefs elastic to the side, and I groan loudly as my cock springs up. She drags the fabric over me, peeling downward, then hooking the elastic underneath my balls, creating gentle pressure in a sensitive spot behind them. Then she cups my sac, tugging it slightly away from my body so she can torture my poor, swollen balls by gently stroking each of them.
I bark a groan as her other hand glides up my shaft and cups my cum-slick head. My hips buck at the pleasure and my right hand wraps around her upper arm as I sway on my feet.
I hear her whispering to me, but blood is rushing in my ears. My breaths are hard. My limbs buzz as if I’m being stimulated by low-level electricity.
Gwenna pushes lightly up against my balls, rolling them inside my sac. She’s focused her stroking on the top half of my shaft, each upward pull tickling the sensitive rim of my cockhead. I can feel my eyes roll back as she keeps working me at both ends.
“Fuck…” I have the thought that I should sit down before I fall down, but then her jack-off hand glides down to grip my base, and as it strokes back up toward my head, one finger presses gently on the tender underside of my shaft.
I swear, I can feel the cum surge from my balls upward. I’m panting. Dizzy.
“Ohhh Gwen… I need to come. I need to fucking—” With a tortured groan, I pull my hips slightly away from her. I’m overwhelmed by what she’s doing, rendered mindless and about to fall the fuck over. But she is unrelenting, and my half step backward only makes her grip me tighter.
“Gwenna…”
My hand glides down to her elbow, lending me a feeling of control even as my body shakes. My cock throbs underneath her firm, fast strokes and my balls feel taut and swollen.
“Fuckkk. I’m gonna…blow.”
“Not yet.” Her husky voice makes goosebumps spread over my skin. I think I hear her naughty little giggle, then she’s tugging my sweats down.
I grab her shoulders, squeezing as I lose track of the world, except her warm hands, making my head spin.
“So big and hard.” She wraps a hand around my shaft, grabbing hold just underneath my head and giving it a gentle squeeze before she glides the fingers of her other hand over my tip.