Page 45 of Don’t Look Back

At my signal, cool fingers slid through my cheeks and teased at my entrance. Rimming me with one finger, Ryan returned his other hand to my leaking cock. My body reacted instantly, pumping my dick through his fist.

“More?”

“More,” I echoed, crying out as he pushed through. The initial intense burn quickly gave way to overwhelming pleasure. Ryan worked slowly, easing his finger in until it was buried to the knuckle. I thrashed against the bed, begging for more.

Two fingers hurtled me toward my orgasm. I gritted my teeth, every ounce of energy I had being spent on keeping it at bay.

“Mm, fuck, Ryan,” I strained, trailing off on an primal snarl as he sucked me into his mouth once more.

His tongue swirled and his fingers bent, knocking a spot inside me that had my vision whiting out. Spearing my fingers through his hair, I held his head in place. I found a rhythm, rocking into his mouth and spearing myself further onto his fingers.

“I can’t hold it much longer…”

It was meant as a warning, but Ryan only doubled down. One final sweep of his fingers inside me, and his tongue circling my cockhead sent me straight over the edge. Pleasure tore through me. Come shot down Ryan’s throat. He tapped that spot relentlessly, drawing out my release until I trembled. Every time he swallowed, my greedy cock shot again.

When oversensitivity slammed into me, I shoved at his shoulders. My dick slid from his mouth, and he slowly withdrew his fingers. I winced at the loss, eyes fluttering open. Ryan watched me, licking his lips.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Your turn,” I panted, noticing that he was still hard and dripping onto the blankets.

“You don’t have to do anything.”

“I want to. I feel incredible right now. It may not entirely make sense to me but I really enjoyed that, and I don’t want to fight it. I want to make you feel like that.”

“Okay,” he agreed with a smile. “But if you get uncomfortable⁠—”

“Tell you so we can stop. I know.”

We swapped places, and Ryan relaxed into the pillows, hard cock jutting out from between his thighs. I watched with rapt attention as he wrapped long fingers around his shaft. “If it helps, I don’t think I have much left in me either. You taste fucking incredible.”

“Hey,” I scolded, pulling his hand away. “That’s my job now.”

I fisted his erection, and Ryan thrusted, shoving his cock through my fist. Giving him a gentle squeeze—which he seemed to enjoy, judging by the low groan he gave me—I snatched the bottle of lube and flicked the cap open.

“You don’t have⁠—”

“Stop telling me what I don’t have to do,” I gently scolded. “Do you really think I’d be doing any of this if I didn’t want to?”

Having successfully shut him up, I drizzled lube over my fingers, sharing some with his dick before I slipped between his cheeks. Ryan whined and writhed underneath me while I fingered and jacked him off at the same time. One finger wasn’t enough, and he quickly begged for more. I watched every twitch of his body. I was entranced. The way he moved, the sounds coming from him, the feeling of his body clenching around my fingers, and the pulsing underneath my hand… it was almost too much.

“How do I do that thing that had me jack-knifing off the bed?” I asked.

Ryan gazed down at me, a knowing smile on his face. “Curl your fingers next time you pull out,” he panted. “You’ll feel it.”

It only took a gentle crook of my fingers to have Ryan crying out and thrashing against the pillow. “That’s it! Keep doing that.”

Happily. Blood surged south again, and I squirmed. There was absolutely no way in hell I was moving either of my hands to touch myself so my dick would just have to wait.

“Does that feel good?” I asked with a smirk.

Ryan opened his mouth to answer but with my next tap to that magical spot, his cock pulsed in my hand, jets of white, sticky liquid spilling through my fingers. Surprised by his own release, Ryan graced me with those sweet little whimpers, staring down at himself in shock. My cock throbbed, and I rose onto my knees.

“I’m so sorry,” he rambled. “That happened faster than I thought it would.”

“Do not apologize,” I huffed, utterly unable to breathe. Ryan watched, entranced, as I slicked myself up with my come-covered fingers. It only took a few strokes before I erupted again, pulsing a second release onto Ryan’s stomach.

Determining myself spent, I sat back on my heels and studied the evidence of our crimes.