Page 103 of Liam

"Fuck," Jamal whispered and placed his hand on my head, encouraging me to work him harder. I knew what he liked. What his cock would respond to. Before he got too hard, I climbed off the bed, dug through Jamal's luggage, and found what we needed. I started with the condom and then the first band. With that in place, I sucked and slathered until Jamal's dick was hard.

My tight ring clenched then relaxed open. My body wanted him inside.

"Get undressed," Jamal said. "I want to see your hole."

I did what I was told, but undressed slowly, giving Jamal a show. He stroked his dick as he watched me, his tongue licking his lips until I could see their wetness.

Clothes off, I returned to the bed. "Where do you want me?"

"Straddle my waist, facing away from me."

"Dildo?"

"Yeah, slick it up with lube."

I took my position first then coated the dildo in lube and handed it back to Jamal. He wasn't playing around this time. He pressed the tip against my willing hole. It burned as he slid the dildo in further, but it wasn't anything I couldn't take. I clung to his shins and relaxed.

The dildo slid home.

The next couple of minutes were pure bliss but I wanted more. I wanted the man I loved to take me; and make us both feel so good. I pulled away. "I wantyou."

"Stay in that direction but shift my legs apart and kneel between them."

My cock throbbed. He wanted to watch as he sank into me. I moved his legs, kneeled between them, and tucked my feet under his thighs. My ass was perfectly poised.

"Hand me the last ring," Jamal said.

I did and within moments, Jamal circled my hole with the head of his cock. I sat backward; my ass headed toward his groin. He held his cock firm, and I slid tip to base onto it.

I stopped to catch my breath as fire scorched up my spine and down my thighs. Jamal placed his hands on my ass, calming me until I decided it was time to move. I raised up and Jamal's cock slid partially out of my ass, then I sank back down and groaned.

"Fuck, that's beautiful," Jamal murmured. He took what must be his thumb and stroked where our bodies joined. Where my skin was stretched tight, filled with him.

I rose and fell again—and again until I was riding him fast, my cock bouncing. I was going to try something. Not touch my dick. See if I could cum hands-free.

Not stroking my erection made it ache even harder. The denial was beyond erotic. My body hummed for me to continue. Even the air around it felt electrified.

Jamal gripped my hips. "Fuck, Liam … fuck."

"Yeah, I'm almost there too."

The orgasm that hit me rolled over me like a tsunami. My cock dribbled then spurted, dirtying the colourful quilt on the bed. Jamal's hips jerked up and he squeezed my hips tighter.

His legs shifted around as he rammed his cock up and stayed in me, unmoving, whimpering, then shuddered and lowered his hips.

After lying flat out for a few moments, he wrapped one arm around my chest, sat up, and kissed me on my spine. It tickled. I squirmed, laughing, and he hugged me tighter.

"Best orgasm ever," I exclaimed.

"You didn't touch your cock. How was it different?"

"Felt like it came from deeper within me. The denial of touch was exhilarating. I came so hard my toes curled and I felt like my ass was going to cramp."

"Yeah, you clamped down pretty hard."

I rose off his cock, immediately missing the feel of him inside me, and went and laid beside him. After taking the condom and silicone rings off, Jamal took his place, nestled against me, his head on my shoulder, and his hand on my chest.

We napped after that. The long drive had worn us both out. It was six in the evening when we woke. Jamal needed to be lifted into the bathroom then we redressed. We were both hungry.

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