He reaches for me and wraps his fingers around my cock, copying my slow and torturous strokes.
“Like this?” he asks innocently. His hand is dry, and while my cock is leaking, it’s not enough to give the friction I crave.
“I’m starting to understand the hate thing you’re talking about,” I grumble.
My eyes spot the lube on the bed. Before Lennon has the chance to become impatient, I’ve basically covered us in half the bottle.
“Slippery,” Lennon teases, but all traces of mocking disappear when I switch hands, and two of my lubed fingers breach his tight ring of muscle. “Oh, fuck! Sweet Neil Patrick Harris in a harness.”
I can’t help laughing. “What?”
His eyes widen. “Oh, nothing.”
“No seriously—”
He starts jacking me, distraction working to make whatever question I had fall from my brain, and jerks at a pace I’m convinced is the same speed he wants me to finger him.
I’d give him whatever he wants, but this game he wanted to play is a lot more fun than I thought it would be.
The need to come is almost too overwhelming, but I could watch Lennon go stir-crazy for hours. It’s a small price to pay.
He closes his eyes and takes deep breaths as if he’s trying to calm himself down, but his hand on my cock doesn’t slow. If I don’t give into him soon, I’m gonna blow. And when his eyes crack open, and his lips twitch around the edges, I know that’s his new game plan.
We start playing a game of chicken, each of us getting close to the edge before the other pulls back.
I grit my teeth, and sweat from trying to stave off my orgasm drips down my forehead. When he senses I’m too close, his hand on me stills, and I let out a silent curse.
I massage his prostate until he’s panting and begging for it and then remove my fingers and kiss him roughly until he calms down. Then I do it again.
We push each other to the brink so many times I lose count, and Lennon looks like he could lose consciousness.
I love watching his eyes roll back in his head every time my fingers brush his prostate, and I make sure to see it again and again.
“Okay, you win,” he says. “I’m never playing this game with an athlete again.” Under his breath, he adds, “Stupid competitive motherfuckers.”
“Finally!” My muscles are coiled tight, needing release. Not just wishing for it but needing it more than my lungs need air.
In seconds, I’m covered with a condom and more lube and easing inside him. We groan in unison, and my balls draw up tight already. I’ve never felt this kind of tightness or warmth surrounding my cock, and I can’t believe I never pushed to try this before.
Holy hell, I’m in heaven. Ass heaven.
Stars dance across my vision, from pleasure or dehydration I’m not so sure at this point.
“Seriously, this is gonna be over so fucking soon.”
“I’m okay with that,” Lennon rasps. He throws his head back as his hand goes to his cock, pulling on it harder and faster than I was.
I test out a small thrust and shudder at the ripple of pleasure shooting down my spine. Murmured curse words fall from my mouth.
“Kiss me,” Lennon demands, and it’s one I have no hesitation giving into.
I slide inside him farther when I lower my mouth to his, bottoming out as our tongues tangle.
Lennon’s hand still works his cock, and now I can feel it against my stomach.
“I want you to come on me,” I say against his lips.
I get a pained moan in response and take that as a sign I need to start moving again. My hips rock, gaining more movement with each thrust.
The bed creaks under our weight, but I’m too busy tuning into the little sounds coming from Lennon beneath me.
He needs to come soon, because no way am I going to last like this. His ass chokes my dick harder than a vise, but I want Lennon to cross the finish line first.
I just have to hold out a little more.
With Lennon’s injured leg still resting over my shoulder, his other leg wraps around my hip, and his tight little hole grips me even tighter.
“Fuck,” I cry out. “I can’t … with the coming and the holding out and the …” And now I’m rambling.
Even thoughts of hockey don’t help.
Lennon stiffens and comes on an inaudible gasp. I would’ve missed it entirely had ropes of hot, sticky cum not splashed against my stomach and chest. The hand jerking himself slows, and his breathing starts to even out, but it’s his completely blissed-out face that pushes me over the edge.
I try to hold myself up, but my orgasm rips away the last of my energy, and I collapse on Lennon a little harder than I’d like.