Fake Beck is really going at it now, making out with his hole and fucking his tongue into it. When he starts to add a finger to stretch him, I realize that my cock is leaking and decide that I’ve waited long enough.
Spreading my legs, I bend my knees and let them fall apart as I lie back on pillows so that I’m propped up. I grab some lube and spread it up and down my aching erection with a few firm strokes. It feels incredible with how horny the video has made me, and I decide to be a little more adventurous.
I add some more lube to the fingers on my right hand and switch my left hand to grip my shaft, still working it as I explore. With my right hand, I reach down to tease my taint before moving further to tap my tight hole with a single digit. Immediately the pressure on the opening has my cock twitching, more precum weeping from the angry head.
I squeeze the base in an attempt to hold off my orgasm and moan as I add pressure, not yet breaching the hole. My hips thrust up involuntarily in response to the sensation. Pleasure is building at the base of my spine, and I know that I won’t last much longer, but I want more. I slowly increase the pressure until my finger is knuckle-deep while my other hand works up and down my rock-hard cock.
The sensation is unlike anything I’ve felt before, a fullness that seems a little forbidden while also feeling so fuckingright.I’m overwhelmed by the desire to keep going, to seek more, go deeper, to be filled. I imagine that it’s Beck’s finger inside of me, that he’s stretching me out for his use, so that he can fit his thick cock inside of me.I want it. As much as I’d like to keep going, the thought of Beck filling me in that way is too much, and I can’t hold back my release. I curl in on myself as my muscles tighten, and thick ropes of cum cover my abs and chest, some even landing on my chin. My entire body seems to buzz as I continue to writhe in pleasure.
When I finally come down from the high of my orgasm and get cleaned up, I think more about the couple I’d been watching and the fantasy of Beck that had taken over. Even now, when I’m more clear-headed, I definitely want to know what it feels like to have Beck inside of me.
I’d love to top him, too, but the idea of being filled by him, of him fucking me until I can’t think straight, has me practically salivating.
I really hope he’s into that.
I think back to the way he pushed his cum covered fingers into my mouth after he finished on my face, the possessive way he smeared his release against my skin as if claiming me. The thought of his release filling me sends a shiver down my spine—what would it feel like to have him mark me from the inside with his cum?
I’ve always been negative, but I think I’ll get tested before I go to Chicago again. Just in case.
Would Beck be interested in being exclusive so we can skip condoms?
And how the fuck am I supposed to bring that up without sounding like I’m asking for a relationship?
A relationship that he’s never wanted.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Beck
My mood instantly lifts as I see Cody’s name light up my phone screen, requesting a video call. I’m the last person still stuck at the office, here way too late reviewing some final things that need my approval before tomorrow in preparation for our first game in the second round of the playoffs.
The players had a few days off between rounds because they won the first in four, and other teams ended up playing all seven games, but things seem busier than ever for the back office.
I smile as I answer, and his sexy face comes into view. “Hey, Goldie,” I greet him with a wink. He’s been blushing when I call him that, and I love watching his cheeks darken because of me.
“Hey,” he says softly, glancing away from the camera.
“What has you looking all shy and bashful?” I tease. He’s usually so confident.
“Who, me? Nothing, who’s shy? I’m not shy.”
“Oh my god, I was teasing,” I chuckle as I attempt to reassure him. “But I’ve never seen you like this. What’s up?”
He rolls his lips between his teeth, glancing up at me between his lashes. “I wanted to ask you something, but I’m worried about your answer,” he admits. “And I don’t want to push you or make you uncomfortable. It’s just that I can’t stop thinking about it, and I don’t know if I even want to know your answer?—”
“Cody,” I interrupt him, unable to hold back a smile at how endearing he is when he’s nervous.
“Yeah?”
“Take a deep breath,” I demand, and my cock twitches when he follows my command without hesitation. “Ask me,” I say in the same tone. “I don’t want you to ever be afraid to talk to me.”
He finally relaxes, looking reassured by my answer. His shoulders rise with the deep breath he takes before continuing. “I was wondering if you’re seeing other people?” He says it like a question, even though he didn’t technically ask one.
My heart starts to race as my thoughts fly, trying to determine why he’s asking and what he wants my answer to be.Is he seeing other people?I fucking hope not. My stomach drops at the idea of him touching another man. Or a woman.
Apparently, I don’t just want to be his first man—I want to be theonlyman he’s been with.
I certainly don’t want to be with anyone else. Is that why he’s asking? Is there a chance he’s feeling as jealous as I am? Or did he hook up with someone and feel the need to tell me before his visit next week?
