It was a shame we didn’t have more time, but we could make this work. “Only if you beg.” I gripped the back of his neck and pulled his head down to mine, biting his bottom lip hard before sucking it into my mouth in a kiss I felt in my toes.
The sparks that flowed between us at the connection, at the touch, were delicious and intoxicating. They erased any lingering clouds from the day, and replaced those thoughts with promises of what came tonight. I wanted to drag this out for hours, because a little part of me whispered I may not have another chance. That was a ridiculous thing that I didn’t need to worry about, and we didn’t have enough time forhours.
Kissing Link had me hard, and when I grabbed his cock through the hole in his boxers, I smirked at the confirmation that he was the same. I started with a playful tease, a light touch along his skin that was enough to make his erection jerk against my palm.
It didn’t take me long to switch to a more insistent stroking, while I explored Link’s mouth with mine and swallowed his groans. When kisses weren’t enough, I moved my mouth lower, biting lightly along his chest.
Link’s hips worked in time with the beat of my hand on his shaft, and the rhythm built. Faster. Harder. Until he was fucking my fist with abandon, and I was gripping tight. Squeezing pleasure from him. His grunts were familiar and delicious. The sound he made when he was close.
I moved my other hand to his balls, to tease the tight sac.
Link pulled away with a reluctant grunt.
Before I could ask what he was doing, he lowered himself to kneel at my feet. The way he finished freeing my cock, theagonizing and deliberate glide of his skin on mine, was an exercise in art and patience. Slow. Delicate. When he wrapped his lips around my cock, a groan tore from my throat.
I gripped the short strands of his hair, holding him in place. Slamming into his face while he sucked and stroked. Pleasure built inside me quickly, until I thought I might burst. I tried to hold back, enjoying the contrast of his soft mouth and the hints of five o’clock shadow as they occasionally met my sensitive skin.
Link knew my cock as well as he did his own, and each drag of his tongue over my skin, each pump with his fist, pushed me further past the point of no return.
When I came, it was hard and desperate, and I hammered in his mouth, spilling my load. He didn’t pull away or ease up until I was spent. As the last drops of desire drained from me, Link let my cock slip out of his mouth, past his lips, to stand at attention.
Fuck me.
I joined him on the floor, sitting next to him, grabbing his hand and guiding him to grip his own cock. I kept his hand covered and set the pace again, using him, using us, to stroke him.
The way his eyelids fluttered and the guttural sounds he made were like a fresh wave of life. I pushed him to stroke himself again and again, harder and faster, until he looked lost in desire. And together, my touch overlapping his, we finished him off, cum spilling onto our bare legs and the floor.
After cleaning up the mess, we sat there, backs to the wall, butts on the floor, cool tile and brick biting into our heated skin, while we caught our breath. My laugh slipped out without thought, and it took my brain a heartbeat to catch up. “Good for you?” I asked, breathlessly.
Link chuckled. “Fantastic. You?”
“Yup. Good word.” Except the impromptu orgasm didn’t deter my wandering brain the way I wanted. “You know I’malways…”here for you. The words were so cheesy and out of place, especially after blow jobs in a dusty classroom.
“I do. Me too.” It seemed Link didn’t need me to finish the thought.
I dragged in a deep breath, collecting myself. “Good. You ready to party?”
Link gestured at both of us, wearing nothing but our boxers, and pointed at our dicks hanging out. “We should at least put these away.”
“I guess.” I let the exaggeration spill into my teasing retort.
“You ever miss it?”
“Miss what?”
“The old days.”
There were a lot of things aboutthe old daysthat I had fond memories of. Link was talking about a specific thing, though. The same one that Fallyn had teased us about—the orgies. Great, now I was thinking about Fallyn and fucking her in front of an audience, and my desire was completely gone.
Regardless of what the twitch in my cock said.
“No,” I said. “I wouldn’t give up the memory, but I wouldn’t go back.”
“Good.”
What was that about? Did I really want to know?
Nope.