Scrambling off of him, we both rip our boxers off as quickly as possible, turning to face one another. My eyes drop to his hard, proud cock, my mouth watering at the sight. I was right, he’s fuckinghuge.Easily nine inches and uncut. It’s too dark to make out any more than that, but it’s glorious and my hands itch to touch him.
But I can’t.
His eyes drop to my dick, a nervous smile pulling on his lips. His heated gaze on me lights me up, my entire body tingling.
We both sit on our asses, legs wide open and extended—my calves laying over his, but not close enough to actually touch his cock with my hands. His breathing is coming out quickly, and he’s biting his lip. It’s clear he’s turned the fuck on, but nervous too. It’s adorable.
Choosing to make the first move to ease his nerves, I wrap my palm around my cock. A hiss escapes my lips as my hand tightens and strokes. His eyes are zeroed in on the movement—slow, firm stroking—base to tip, thumb smearing the pre-cum dripping at my slit before moving back down again. His nerves seem to dissipate as he wraps his hand around his cock, mimicking my movements.
The sight is erotic as hell. Way hotter than I ever would’ve imagined it to be. We both stroke ourselves, slow and steady. The only sound is our heavy breathing. My gaze jumps between his hooded eyes and his skillful hand wrapped around himself. Raising my hand to my face, I spit in it before bringing it back down to my cock.
At the sight, he growls—actually growls—stroking himself faster.
“You like this?” I rasp, picking up the pace, really working myself over. “Like when I spit on my cock?”
“Fuck,Crew.Yes.”
“You wish it was your cock I was spitting on?”
He lets out a throaty groan, his eyes rolling back briefly. “Keep talking,please.”
“Oh, you like listening to me talk about how much I want your cock while you fuck your fist?”
His chest rumbles with a deep groan, egging me on. “Yes,fuck.Yes.”
Getting up, I position myself over him, careful to never touch him anywhere that matters as he lies back, his left arm propping him up. Our faces are inches from each other as we both jack ourselves off.
My cock has never felt harder than it does right now.
“Fuck, what I would give to wrap my fingers around your cock right now. Stroke you. Feel your silky, hard length in my hands. Wrap my lips around those big, heavy balls. Suck them into my mouth until your toes curl.”
“Oh my God,” he moans. “Crew,fucking hell.” He’s panting, his breath fanning my face.
“Yeah,” I whisper against his lips, not actually caressing them with mine. “You like my filthy words, don’t you? You’re a fucking slut for the way I’m making you feel, aren’t you?”
He nods his head quickly, biting his lip.
“Say it,” I growl.
“I’m a…fuck—I’m a slut for the way you make me feel.”
“What a good little slut you are, Anderson.” Fuck, the way he looks beneath me, hand feverishly working his cock. It physically pains me to not touch him right now.
“I’m close,” he pants against my mouth. “I’m gonna fucking come, Crew.”
Knowing he’s at his breaking point, about to shatter to pieces under me, has my nuts drawing up. My stroking becomes frantic, and I can’t take my eyes off him. “Kiss me while you fucking come.”
Our mouths collide, tongues tangling together as we fall apart. He whimpers into my mouth as hot cum pelts my stomach. Feeling his release sets me off, and cum pulses from my balls, erupting out of my cock all over my hand and Anderson’s chest, mixing with his own mess.
We stay close for a minute, catching our breath, and relishing in this moment of bliss. Sitting back on my haunches, I grab a dirty shirt, cleaning my hand and stomach up before doing the same to him.
Tossing it over by my stuff, I lie down inside my sleeping bag, completely naked. “Fuck, I’m tired as hell now.”
Laughing, Anderson looks over at me and says, “Me too.”
“Let’s wait to dissect this until tomorrow, okay?”
“Yeah, okay. Night, Crew.”