“Good,” he said. I watched as he slowly let his hand trail down to his cock, wrapping around it gently.
“And what do you mean, if I maybe make you come someday?” I asked him. “You deserve to come right now. Look at this.”
I reached down, running my finger through the precum glistening on his tip.
“Mmh,” he hummed, his eyes widening momentarily. “You tease.”
“It’s not teasing if I’m going to give you more.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “You want more?”
“Of course I do.” I swallowed, biting my lower lip. “I mean, if you want, you can just… jerk off. Come on me, if you want to, or something. I know you’re straight, so—”
“Stop saying that, okay?” Rock told me, pinning me with his gaze. He shut his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I don’t even want to think about this right now. All I can think about is how badly I do want more, okay?”
I nodded. “Okay,” I said.
“Thanks, babe,” he murmured. That fucking pet name. It made me go wild. Here he was saying it when my finger was on the tip of his cock, when we were totally alone and nobody was around to hear it.
“God, don’t stop.”
He hummed. “I’m not going to.”
11
Rock
As Perry closed his hand around my cock, I knew immediately that it hadn’t just been a fluke.
I fucking loved this. The fact that he was a guy didn’t make it weird. In fact, I was pretty sure it was making it hotter for me—the size of his hand, the slight roughness that gave way to slickness when my precum caught the side of his finger.
“That okay?” he asked.
“It’s so perfect,” I told him.
I scooted over just a little so that the side of my body was pressed up against his in the bed. I knew Perry was hesitating, knowing that I was “straight” and trying to give me space.
But truthfully, I didn’t want space. The heat of his skin against mine lit me up inside, giving me a sense of belonging I hadn’t felt in a long time.
He stroked me slowly, letting his fingers come up past the head and then drag back down again. Like he was trying to edge me, almost. I sure as hell wasn’t complaining.
In my head, I let myself fully give into fantasy. I played pretend.
We were a couple, in my brain. Perry wasn’t just someone who wanted me for a quick, hot fuck. He was someone who trusted me. I wanted it so fucking badly.
As he stroked my cock, my mind went to absolutely wild places. I imagined that we were a married couple, coming to this family reunion after years of being together. I imagined that this was all just a slow build up. That later, when he was ready again, Perry would even let me fuck him.
“Mmh,” I hummed deeply at the thought, a little more precum coming out of me.
“So hot,” Perry said, running a finger through it and bringing it to his mouth.
“God, I love that,” I said, absolutely wild as I watched him taste me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned in, kissing him hard, opening my mouth to his.
If he was surprised, he did a good job of hiding it. He let his tongue slide against mine, his fist wrapping a little tighter around my cock as he kissed me. How did such a simple thing make me so turned on I could barely keep control of myself? The slickness of his tongue on mine only made me harder.
“You’re a goddamn good boyfriend, you know that?” I muttered against his lips before I caught his bottom lip between my teeth, gently biting him.
He groaned. “Speak for yourself. You’re the one who already made me come so hard I couldn’t think.”
“Well, I like taking care of you, babe,” I said, reaching up and pulling him down close to me again, kissing the side of his neck.
Perry had been inching closer and closer and was almost on top of me now, his leg swung over mine, chest pushed up against me, leaning over me and filling my entire field of vision. His hand stayed sure around my cock, methodically stroking me.
He squeezed a little tighter now, his face so close to mine. “I’m definitely interested in seeing this cumshot I’ve been promised.”
“Oh, you are going to get it,” I assured him.
Suddenly there was a loud snap from outside. We both froze, waiting for a moment, and heard another snap.
“What the hell?” Perry said. “Hang on.”
He went to look out the window right as another snap came. He peered out the curtains, the glow illuminating his body. He looked like a damn statue, beautiful and strong, his cock hanging in front of him, already half-hard again even though he’d just come.
I was calling another man beautiful, for God’s sake. I was practically salivating over the way his cock hung. And yet I loved it.