“What does it look like? I’m…” My voice breaks on another moan. Damn this vibrator is good, though I need something bigger, something hot. I need Joel, goddammit. “Fuck.”
“What the…” He approaches the bed, and I can’t move, can’t do anything but keep stroking myself. “Oh hell, dude.”
I expect him to turn around and go. Move out. Move to another country, perhaps.
What I don’t expect is for him to sit on the bed and lean back, cupping his hard-on. “Jesus Christ,” he whispers, his eyes slightly wide. “You do that often?”
“Why?” I lick my lips. “Wanna give it a try?”
He shakes his head so fast it’s fucking funny. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Hurt? It feels fucking good.” I release my dick to brush my hand over the vibrator, and it slips a bit deeper, making me groan out loud. “You came,” pant, “here,” pant, “to watch?”
“I came to see if you were okay, but…” He bites his lip, and damn that’s distracting. “Jet.”
“Wha?” My eyes are falling shut again. My balls are drawn up tight. I tug harder on my dick, my breath catching.
“Goddammit, you’re hot,” he says, unless I’m imagining the words, this whole encounter in my room, and I manage to open my eyes just enough to see him unzip his pants and take out his cock.
Fuck, it’s a damn big cock. I know I’ve seen it before, but its size always shocks me. In a good way.
And the thought of that cock filling me up, spreading me, is enough to snap the pressure behind my balls. I come like a freight train, a strangled cry leaving my throat raw as I shoot all over my chest.
I fall back on the bed, and fuck, the vibrator is still jolting me from the inside. Have to pull it out. I groan, still shaking with my release, my hand wrapped around my spasming dick.
“Son of a bitch, Jet.” Joel’s gaze is glued to my dick and to the vibrator still stuck inside me, his hand stroking his cock hard and fast, from the base to the purple, wet head. “Take that thing out of you. Slowly. Keep stroking yourself as you do it.”
I grimace as I reach for the vibrator, riding the last wave of pleasure, his order bypassing my conscious brain and shooting straight to my nerve endings.
With a shaky hand, my other hand clenched around my softening dick, I turn the vibrator off and tug it out of me, inch by inch, and as it slips free, I hear Joel groan out loud.
He’s coming, his cum hitting his pecs in long spurts. I stare at his jerking cock and his open mouth, dazed, thinking, this is for me. Not for Candy or any other girl.
He was hard for me, came for me. Right? Christ, I really hope this won’t come back and bite me in the ass in the morning.
As if that’s possible. I never learn, do I?
***
I wake up in the night in my bed, covered up to my chin, trembling with some half-remembered nightmare and Joel standing at my door, asking if I’m all right.
Then it’s morning and the smell of coffee draws me out of my den. Scratching at my naked chest, watching white flakes flutter to the floor—dried cum, oh great—I pad to the kitchen.
Joel is leaning against the table, a mug in his hands. “Morning. Wanna go running with me today?”
I take in his running shoes, track pants and hoodie, the lines of sweat at his chest. “You just went.”
“A short run, in the park.”
I grab a mug, pour myself some coffee, add sugar. Take my damn time. “Why?”
“You and I need to talk,” he says and fuck, my blood pounds in my ears.
“Sure we do.”
“We could…Why the fuck are you butt naked?”
I turn around, prop my hip against the counter and sip my coffee. “Nothing you ain’t seen before.”