Hank eagerly nodded. “Please don’t stop!”
Dox’s hand pulsed around Hank’s cock.
Squeeze…release. Squeeze…release.
He slowly raked his nails down it, from tip to balls, drawing a shudder of pleasure from Hank.
“Please!” Hank gasped.
“Please…more?” Dox teased.
“Yes!”
Dox chuckled and slipped his fingers inside the waistband of Hank’s briefs, slowly working them back and forth, his fingers brushing against Hank’s abs.
“Take my hands,” Dox said.
Practically trembling with need now, he reached down and wrapped his fingers around Dox’s hands.
Waiting.
Dox’s brown gaze bored into him. “Show me what you want me to do next, buddy.”
Hank’s throat felt dry, but he pushed Dox’s hands down, taking his briefs along with them. He felt cool air hit his cock, which twitched and sprang free as Dox exposed it.
Dox’s voice sounded ragged, strained. “Damn, buddy. That’shot.” Now Dox’s breath really scorched his sensitive flesh. “We have to have another kind of talk, but that can wait. I’m fine risking this tonight.” He turned his hands and squeezed Hank’s. Then he released him and finished removing Hank’s briefs, tossing them to the floor.
Easily shouldering Hank’s thighs apart, he settled in and glanced up one last time with a sexy smirk before the tip of Hank’s cock disappeared between his lips.
Choking back a strangled cry, Hank grabbed Dox’s head and tried to rock his hips against him,needingmore right fuckingnow.
But Dox wouldn’t be rushed. With just the head of Hank’s cock in his mouth he used his tongue to slowly swipe along the slit, circle the head along the ridge, play with his glans, just to do it all again.
He let out another strangled cry as Dox released his cock and looked up at him. “Eyes open. Watch me. If you can’t hold it that’s okay, but I want you watching me when you come.”
Hank threw out an arm, finally found a pillow, and dragged it under his head so he could obey. Between his thighs Dox’s torso felt warm, skin-to-skin contact Hank hadn’t realized how starving he’d been to feel until this moment.
Once Hank was ready, Dox’s fingers encircled the base of Hank’s cock again, and he started over.
Torn between wanting to hold back so this lasted for-fucking-everand needing to nutrightnow, Hank realized he was holding his breath when he gasped for air.
Everything felt so.
Fucking.
Good.
This wasn’t just because it’d been forever since he’d been laid. Dox was giving him, so far, the best blowjob he’d ever had in his life.
I hope I can make him feel this good.
Because, yeah, hewantedto do it. He wanted to be able to give Dox at least this level of pleasure, because…damn.
And still Dox’s gaze remained fixed on Hank’s as more of Hank’s cock disappeared between his lips, until he felt Dox’s chin against his balls, his breath warm on his flesh.
Dox started moving, head slowly bobbing up and down, his tongue apparently weaving a magic spell around Hank’s cock, sucking and licking and loading him on a rocket sled launching straight into orbit.
Then Hank hit the point of no return, his balls almost painfully aching as they drew up close and pleasure spiked through him. It took every bit of will he had to keep his eyes open and watching Dox as ordered. From the way Dox’s gaze narrowed as he swallowed and swallowed while Hank rocked his hips in time with his movements, he knew Dox was grinning and pleased.
