Once my palm is nice and slippery, I grab hold of my cock again and groan with relief as I stroke myself in time with his thrusts.
To say none of it feels real would be an understatement. I don't know if it's his size, his words, or the fucking overstimulation, but it's like my soul leaves my body, and I'm watching myself, watching us from somewhere in the distance, feeling every minute sensation at the same time.
The way he digs his fingers into my hip, alternating between keeping me still and bucking my hips back and forth. The way his cock stretches me to the point where it should be painful, but isn't. The way he pounds against my prostate every single time, and every time he does, my cock jerks in my palm, and leaks and cries for release.
"You take me so well, baby boy," he pants out behind me and then chuckles.
It's his mouth, isn't it? It's that filthy mouth that's going to be the end of me.
I just moan, letting him know I heard him. I couldn't speak if I wanted to.
Hayden switches up his angle once more and—fuck, fuck,fuck, how can it feel even better?—and wraps his arm around my chest, pulling me back, forcing me to let go of the wall. For a moment I worry I'll go crashing down, my legs struggling to support me. I don't. His arm is enough to keep me upright.
Leaning against him I reach back and grab his hip. Fuck, he moves so well.
And suddenly the pressure on my cock triples and it takes me a moment to realize his palm has just wrapped around mine, guiding my movements, and speeding them up. I let out a series of incoherent syllables and my hole clenches around his dick, every muscle spasming, an omen of my rapidly approaching orgasm.
Of course he notices. "That's right. You can let go now," he's speaking to my ear, and it feels like the words come directly from my brain. "I know you need to. And you know what?"
It takes me five tries to utter a single word. "W— Wh— What?"
There's that damn, breathy chuckle again. "I'm needy too. And I need all that cum. All of it, you hear me?Now."
Fuck.Fuck.
His words echo through my skull, over and over, commanding my body, and even if I wanted to, even if I tried, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from giving it to him. All of it. Because this is the point of no return, and every scrap of my body turns to molten lava. I lose control of my muscles and drop my head back against his body and my breathing stops for a moment, my cock and balls throbbing once, twice, three timesbefore I lose it, cum shooting out of me with more force than I've ever experienced before.
And he talks me through it. All the fucking way through it. "Yeah. Give me that cum, baby. Give me what's mine." Every word is a command, an order I've no way of defying. "Yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck. Oh, I'm gonna come."
My body's still convulsing and I'm still fucking coming, but I needhim. I slip my palm from under his, letting him milk my cock the rest of the way and bend my body, grabbing the back of his neck with both palms and I just look.
Look at the reflection of his face, that perfect fucking face as it twists and tenses and somehow grows even more handsome as he lets out a long string of curses, and filth and my name, over and over and over. He doesn't even stop fucking me as he comes, pounding me through it, like he's a machine and not a human being.
I'm not sure he's all human. He might just be divine.
"Fuck. Oh fuck," he pants against me when the roll of his hips finally loses momentum, slowing down, more and more until it comes to a complete halt, and the grip he has on my cock relaxes.
His eyes fall closed and he lets out a long, shaky exhale. And apparently, that's a cue for my body because my thighs twitch and my knees buckle under me.
The arm he has around me tightens. He doesn't let me fall. "I got you. I got you."
I'm not sure where he finds the strength, but I let him hold me, for minutes on end as both of us pant and sigh and come to.
Finally, he lets out a soft laugh before slowly, gently pulling his softening dick out of my body, drawing one more long, pathetic moan out of me.
"Well, that was something." His voice is almost back to normal now.
Mine isn't. "Mmm. Indeed."
"Can you walk?" he asks.
"I think so?" I suddenly remember he's still supporting my entire body weight. I push off him, carefully, testing my own legs. They seem to be working again. "If I remember how to, that is."
Hayden slowly spins me around, wraps his arm around my middle and leads me...somewhere. I don't care where.
As we make our way back through his spacious bedroom, I take a better look this time. I don't know much about interior design, but enough to know none of it came from IKEA. "Can I ask you something?" I say when we stop in front of his bed and I collapse onto it, face first.
Hayden lies next to me more gracefully. "Sure."
