Burn, K.C. First Time, Forever

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sinuously to the dark, sexy music. He squeezed his cock briefly through the jeans,
making himself gasp. Flicking open the top button allowed the damp tip of his cock to
peek out, flushed and anxious. He swiped a thumb across the slit and stuck it in his
mouth, sucking suggestively as he continued to stare at the camera.
He unzipped and let his jeans fall to his feet. As tempted as he was to wrap
his fingers around his shaft and stroke, the Trevor he was hoping to arouse wouldn t
want him to touch. Not yet.
As he stepped backward out of the pool of fabric, cool leather pressed
against his legs and his cock jumped. He sat down, the creak of leather muffled by the
music, but noticeable. Being naked on this furniture, in front of a camera, made him feel
decadent and deviant all at the same time. The goose bumps covering his neck had
nothing to do with temperature.
He dragged the feather over his nipples, closed his eyes again and
imagined Trevor standing over him, feather in hand.
He stroked the feather down, sternum to belly, neatly skirting his cock,
tickled the sensitive skin along his side, then across to his hip bones then back up his
side to his chest. He switched hands and repeated the motion on his other side.
Bending his knees and splaying them outward gave him a new canvas. He
drew the feather up the inside of one thigh, then the other, completely avoiding his balls,
making himself wait, making himself desperate, exactly like Trevor used to do when they
never had to worry about interruptions.
Moisture leaked steadily from the tip of his cock to cool on his belly and he
wanted to grab his cock, jack until he came, but if Trevor was really here, really doing
this, he wouldn t allow it.
Now, though, he could tickle his balls with the feather, the light sensation
drawing a moan from deep within his chest. Aching for a touch, a fuck, a suck, Derrick
thrust his hips up, but this was for Trevor and Trevor liked to make him wait& the
anticipation, the delay made the Trevor s touch on his cock feel so exquisite he d cry
out in ecstatic agony. Then, when Trevor teased him and brought him to the brink, he d
pull back for a moment before letting Derrick have the prize an orgasm so good he
would almost pass out.
His cock throbbed and jerked, begging for a touch, but he didn t give in.
Trevor wouldn t let him. He brought the feather as close as he dared, groaning at the
tease, amazed he could so easily imagine Trevor taunting him like this. Derrick pictured
his husband naked, feather engaged in its nefarious teasing while his other hand firmly
stroked his thick cock. Not being able to touch back& yeah, that was another diabolical
torment Trevor sometimes used. Making Derrick watch as Trevor pleasured himself. In
fact, that was one of the reasons he d thought of this particular scenario.
But it had been too long. If he didn t move things along, he was going to end
up coming all over, before he was ready, before he gave Trevor a sex show like no
other, just from imagining his husband tickling his damn balls with a feather.
With a sultry grin at the camera, Derrick set aside the feather and picked up
the cocoa butter. After slicking his fingers with it, he knelt on the couch and leaned over
the back, ass spread in invitation toward the camera. As he slid a finger inside his tight
pucker, he pressed his nose to the leather couch. The normal scent of leather was
muted and mixed with cologne, whiskey and a hazy hint of cigar. Maybe his mind was
playing tricks on him, but the smell was intoxicating.
His finger moved in and out& and his dick cried out for attention. Attention
Derrick was determined not to give it.
He couldn t forget the silent watcher behind him. Derrick twisted to look over
his shoulder, stared at the camera and pulled his finger out of his ass. So empty. He
lightly circled the pucker, hips thrusting eagerly, until he couldn t stand it anymore and
pushed two fingers in. Groaning, he couldn t stop wishing they were really Trevor s
fingers. He pushed his hips back, eager to fill his hole, and began a rhythmic in and out
with his fingers. Hot and tight and coated with sweat, his body pushed against his hand
as he added another finger.
God. So close. So fucking close. He yanked his fingers out, gasping, and
squeezed his eyes shut, forcing back the explosion. It would ruin the whole climax of the
show if he came too soon.
His breath gusted heavily as he retreated bit by bit, away from the precipice.
Flipping over, he spread his legs, giving the camera a slutty eyeful of his
stretched hole. When he was calm enough& although calm was a relative term, he
slicked his hand again, pulled his knees back even farther and slipped those three
fingers back inside himself with a contented sigh.
Finally, he wrapped his other hand around his aching cock and moaned. He [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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