Fuck, this was wrong. “I would have licked the sweat from your chest.”
“Shit,” he groaned. “Are you touching yourself? Please tell me you’re touching yourself.”
I was, slowly jerking myself off. There was already a wet spot through my underwear. “I am. I’m hard, Jeremy. Damn, I’m so hard.”
“Christ,” he muttered, and the door jerked in its frame as he moved. “I come in and you’re licking me. Licking my chest.”
“Yeah. You taste salty. Your skin is wet. I move my hands down to your stomach.”
“My hands are in your hair. I’m pulling it. You make these fucking noises, and I want to eat them from your tongue.”
“I reach inside your shorts. I rub the tip of your dick with my thumb.”
He moaned, and I thought he was doing just that. I pulled my cock out, shoving my underwear just underneath my balls.
“I’m sucking on your neck,” he said. “My teeth are at your throat. I want to fuck your hand. Your mouth. Your ass.”
I tugged on my balls while I jacked myself off. “I’d let you. I’d let you fuck me any way you wanted to.”
“You shove down my shorts. I’m naked, and you’re still fully dressed. Your hand is tight around me.”
I sped up. Sweat dripped down the back of my neck. “I want you to come,” I told him. “Right there. Right inside the door of my house. I want you to come all over me. I get down on my knees. I suck on your balls.”
He grunted. “You look so good down there. You look up at me as you swallow my dick. Your eyes are so big as you take me down. Your nose is pressed against my pubes.”
“I don’t choke,” I growled at him. “I can take it. I can take all of it.”
“I hold your face there. I can feel your throat working around me. I pull back, but not all the way, before I shove back in. Your mouth is so goddamn hot as I fuck your face.”
“More,” I managed to say. I was close to tipping over the edge. “Come on. Give me more.”
“Oh, I will,” he promised darkly. “I give you all you can handle. My balls are slapping against your chin.”
“You pull out and slap my face with your dick. You jerk my hair before making me suck your cock again.”
“You look so pretty down there,” he said. “God, I want you on your knees for me all the time.”
“Come for me,” I panted as I stroked myself faster. “I want you to come on my face.”
“Yeah?” he said, and I could hear him working his dick over on the other side of the door. “You want it.”
“Please. Please come on me.”
“I’m gonna come on you. Just like you want. Corey, I’m gonna fucking come.”
And with a practiced twist of my hand over the head of my cock, I rocked my head back against the door as I came, spunk splashing up on my chest and chin. I jacked myself through it as I heard him groaning through the door.
I struggled to catch my breath as I dropped my hand to the floor, my dick sticking out from my slacks and lying against the dress shirt.
I could hear him panting through the open window above us.
I didn’t know what to say.
And then, “Oh shit.”
“Yeah,” he said, and if that was his sex voice, I was ruined forever. “Holy shit.”
“No, you don’t understand!” I sat up, eyes wide. “I just came all over myself.”