“That’s it, baby.” I purred, running a hand into my hair to keep the strands from obscuring my view. “Fuck your fist. That’s a good boy.”
Derek moaned heavily, his hand flying in a blur over his shaft.
I was so fucking close. My orgasm was building quickly and it was getting harder to hold it off. I didn’t want to come just yet; the sight of Derek on his knees for me was one I wanted burned into my memory permanently. But the slick heat, the vibrations of his moans, and the sight of his disheveled appearance while he got himself off were all too much. There was no way I was going to last. I bit one of my knuckles, trying to use the pain to hold myself off for even a few seconds longer.
“I’m going to come.” I warned, recognizing the inevitable feeling in my gut.
That seemed to spur Derek on, his head bobbing faster. Each backward pull from his mouth had his tongue pressing insistently against the underside of my shaft. The sight of him working so hard for my pleasure did me in. His desperation to push me over the edge felt heady beyond belief.
I threw my head back, crying out and squeezing my eyes shut, as my climax hit me with the intensity of a mack-truck. My legs shook and my body tensed as the most powerful orgasm of my life washed through me. Endorphins flooding my bloodstream cast everything in a haze and my brain felt like every other sense except touch was whited out. I slumped back against the counter as I tried to keep myself upright on wobbly legs.
Below me, the shlick-shlick of Derek getting himself off met my ears and brought me back to reality. He had his face buried into the side of my hip, his eyes scrunched closed in ecstasy, lips parted and shiny with spit and cum. I was struckagain by how insanely gorgeous he was, all messed up and covered in my release.
After just a few more pumps, Derek’s body went rigid and he whimpered as he came, thick ropes splattering against the kitchen floor. He shuddered through his orgasm, panting heavily until he finished with a happy sigh.
I watched on, feeling almost drunk from the pleasure that still pulsed through my veins, before I dropped to my knees and gathered his face in my hands. My mouth found his in a series of kisses, and as our tongues mingled the musky taste of myself made my spent dick twitch.
“That was so fucking hot.” I whispered, barely pulling away from Derek’s lips to get the words out.
“It was good?” He pulled back slightly and the uncertainty in his features made my heart squeeze.
“Sogood. Insanely good. Brain-meltingly good.” I praised, peppering his face more almost like I could kiss away any shred of doubt he had.
He seemed to relax a bit from that and he let out a soft chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me. When he angled his head to catch my lips again, I let them linger, hoping that the slower pace expressed more than any words I could conjure from my post-orgasm mind would.
“What about you?” I asked after pulling away to nuzzle into his scruff.
“Mmm, really good.” Derek let out a contented sound that made my chest swell. I couldn’t deny that a small part of my brain still wasn’t convinced that Derek could be into men. But the blissed out look on his face right now went a long way to soothe the underlying apprehension he would be turned off by what we had just done. Mutual handjobs were one thing, sucking another dude’s dick was a whole other, after all.
Resting my head against his shoulder, I grinned stupidly up at him. “Was that really your first time sucking cock? You have some insane talent, if so.”
Hislips twitched like he was trying to suppress a smile. “Just gifted like that.” He said with amusement lacing his tone and pushed away to stand before offering me a hand.
I took it and we got ourselves cleaned up before getting rid of the mess on the floor.
When my eyes caught the forgotten pan on the back burner, I rubbed at my stomach, my hunger slamming back into me full force. “Our dinner is definitely cold now.”
Derek bumped my shoulder with his, a cheeky smile tugging at his lips. “Definitely worth it. But, it’ll heat up quickly. Go sit down.”
Just as he said, the meal warmed up in no time and before I knew it, we ate in a comfortable silence. I expected my brain to take off with me, interpreting the lack of talking to mean that something was wrong, but it was oddly quiet.
By the time the dishes were washed and put away, I found I still wasn’t ready to go our separate ways for the night. After everything we had shared, it felt wrong to end things without holding him close.
“Come to my room?” I asked, extending my hand toward his. “I want to cuddle somewhere we can both stretch out. The couch is great and all, but it’s a tight fit for both of us.”
A soft expression came over his features and he slipped his hand into mine. “Sure, that sounds nice.”
I gave his hand a gentle squeeze before leading him back to my bedroom. Once there, Derek automatically settled himself back against my headboard before opening his arms to me. I crawled onto the bed and wrapped myself around him, pressing my face into the crook of his neck. His arms wound around my waist before he began running the tips of his fingers up and down my back lazily.
I let out a contented breath and reveled in the feel of Derek surrounding me. After a beat, he rested his chin on the crown of my head.
“You know, I’m feeling particularly judged right now.” He rumbled.
Pinching my brows together, I shifted my upper body up to look at him, “Why?”
He nodded in the direction of my dresser which sat directly across from us. I turned my head, catching sight of a wonky eye and a droopy greyed face.
Gerald.
