“I think if we jacked off, I could last longer than you,” Sem says gruffly, and my eyes flash up and meet his.
“No, you would not. I happen to have amazing self-control.”
Sem cocks that head of his and shrugs. “Want to test that out?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “What do I get if I win?”
“A plug up my ass. And if I win, no jockstrap next time.”
He doesn’t need to explain whatnexttimemeans. I know and yet I still don’t call off this foolish plan. I probably shouldn’t drink around him anymore. Apparently, I’m more liable to do crazy things…like yell“deal”and then reach over and grab some lube, dribbling it onto our connected cocks. Then I replace my hands with his because he only needs one to do this. Totally makes more sense this way.
His nostrils flare, and his cheeks darken as he begins to stroke us. Up. Down. Up. Down. The tip of his cock leaks profusely, mixing with the lubricant, and the sight drives me crazy. I lean back, my hands on his knees as he slowly works us toward the edge.
I can hear Sem breathing, his mouth open and panting. His tongue flicks out at one point, and he wets his mouth, his eyes bouncing from our dicks, to my face and then back again. Our eyes meet at one point, and he holds my gaze, his pupils blown out. The blue of his eyes is barely visible. And I know. I know I’m going to win this. Because he’s loving it.
Oh, Jesus. I’m going to enjoy spreading those muscular legs out, pushing his knees into his chest as I slip a finger into his tight hole. I’ll watch his thick chest heave with each inhale as I work myself to the knuckle, stretching him for that plug.
Oh shit. Should probably stop thinking about that. That’s a visual that I like too much. I’m way too close to orgasm.
Sem’s hand picks up the pace, and I’m sweating, my nails digging into Sem’s flesh and my hips thrusting gently, but he doesn’t say anything. He just bites down on his lower lip and watches me.
“I’m going to so enjoy pushing that plug into your ass,” I breathe, trying to take my mind off the filthy visuals I’m conjuring up.
“Not going to happen,” he grunts.
“Yeah. It is. You’re going to wear it so good.”
“Nah, Maggie. You’re going to wear me so good,” Sem retaliates, his hand gripping tighter around us, moving faster. “My cock buried in that tight hole. Your dick out and begging for it. I’m going to love watching you come all over me.”
Oh shit. Dirty talk is my kryptonite.
No.
Nonononononono.
My balls draw up, and suddenly, I’m biting down hard on my lip to keep my whimper inside. But that’s the only thing I’m able to control. Because I’m coming, shooting white ropes across Sem’s hand and stomach. It slides down those tight abs and disappears into his happy trail.
He watches it all, eyes hooded as he continues to stroke that hand over my pulsing dick until he erupts right after with a long groan and a shudder. And I shouldn’t look, but I do. It’s magnificent. The way his dick pulses, the amount of cum that’s released. There are buckets of it.
It takes everything within me not to lean down and suck him into my mouth. Just to get a quick taste.
Nope. Not going there. This was just a bet. Nothing more. I am not sucking on his cock.
“I win,” he mutters, and I sigh loudly, my entire body tingling from the orgasm.
“Whatever.”
He smirks and swipes a thumb over my cockhead, pressing into my slit, and I hiss.
“I like your dick,” Sem says, and I refuse to blush.Refuse.
“So not too small?” I ask.
“It’s…Nah, it’s perfect.”
My cheeks heat, and I bite my lip and turn away from him. I was not expecting compliments, but then again, Sem is nothing if not surprising.
His fingers release me, and I force myself to stand up.