Page 24 of Screens Apart

“If you’re not careful, I’ll ruin something else.”

“You wouldn’t!” Simon’s eyes went wide with indignation, and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. “You laugh, but I’ve had ruined orgasms before, mostly by accident, and they’re fucking awful.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not that mean,” I said, sitting back on my knees between his thighs and looking at the line of toys again, wondering where to go next. “Are you ready for more?”

Simon nodded and whimpered as I traced my finger over the outline of his soft cock through the wet material that clung to it. “Use your words, Simon.”

“P-please,” he said. “Please, Taylor.”

“So good for me.” I reached over and pulled the Fleshjack, glass dildo, and lube towards me. “You don’t use this often, do you?” I asked, holding up the Fleshjack for him to see. Simon obviously wasn’t a fan of cheap toys, so it was well made and seemed to be from a popular line of anal Fleshjacks that used gay porn stars as their models. I was half tempted to ask him if I could try it since it looked pretty good, and when I pressed my finger into it, I could feel all sorts of ridges and bumps lining the inside. I knew they’d feel amazing against my cock.

“No.” Simon shook his head. “I, um, I prefer to use dildos and my coordination isn’t good enough to use both at once.”

“Well,” I said, a devious smile curling my lips. “Today is your lucky day.”

I carefully tugged his panties down, tucking them under his balls before leaning down to take him in my mouth again. I’d always loved it when guys got hard in my mouth, and it only took a few deeps sucks and my tongue flicking over the head and dipping into his slit for Simon’s cock to harden. He whined as I released his wet cock, pressing kisses down his thick shaft and teasing his balls, sucking each one gently into my mouth.

Reaching for the lube, I added more to my fingers before slipping them back into his panties to find his hole. I pushed two into him, my own cock throbbing as Simon moaned. I’d managed to ignore my aching dick so far, but the sounds Simon was making were driving me wild. My brain was seriously debating curtailing my toy plan so I could fuck him instead.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts as I grabbed the Fleshjack again and pushed the tight opening onto Simon’s dick. I’d already spread lube onto the soft silicone, and Simon gasped as his cock breached it.

“Fuck, that looks so sexy,” I groaned as I pushed the Fleshjack down onto Simon’s shaft. Lifting it slowly, I teased him with the slick tightness of the toy, making him gasp and moan. When he tried to buck his hips up, chasing the sensation, I gave a low growl and told him to keep still. As I lowered it again, I slid another finger into his ass, stretching him wide again.

“Oh God,” Simon cried, his head thrown back as his body was assaulted with sensations. “Shit, that feels so good.”

“It’s going to get better.” Carefully easing my fingers out of him, I reached for the glass dildo, sliding it into his needy hole as I jacked his cock with the Fleshjack. Simon moaned as the curved end of the dildo tagged his prostate. I began fucking him with both toys together, trying to get a slow rhythm going so I could drive him wild.

Trying to get both my hands to coordinate was trickier than I’d imagined, so it took me a few minutes to get it right. Luckily, Simon seemed to take all the false starts as teasing. Desperate pleas poured from his lips as I twisted the Fleshjack over the head of his cock and tilted the dildo in his ass to rub across his sweet spot. His skin was flushed, muscles trembling from holding still, and it didn’t take long for his broken words to melt into needy moans and breathless whines.

My cock was rock hard, leaking a steady stream of precum onto the sheets. It was the only time I’d ever wished I had extra hands. Every sound Simon made drove me wild with the knowledge that I was the one bringing him this much pleasure.

“Does that feel good?” I asked as I began to pick up the pace. “Do you like having something wrapped round your cock while I fuck you with your new toy?”

“Y-yes.” Simon gasped.

“You look so fucking amazing like this. All spread out for me. Letting me play with you. So fucking hot for me.”

“All for you,” I moaned as Simon’s words exploded in my chest, sweeping adoration and lust through me.

“Yeah, just for me. My sweet boy. Are you going to come again for me? Wanna watch you fill your toy up with cum.” I thrust the Fleshjack down harder as I pushed the dildo into his ass. “Come for me, Simon.”

Simon’s second orgasm exploded from him as a loud, broken moan slid from his lips. His body shook and bucked up, chasing the high of his release. Cum dribbled out of the toy as I slowed my movements, letting him ride out his orgasm before I gently slid the dildo from his ass and the Fleshjack from his spent cock.

My shoulders twinged as I dropped the toys onto the bed, reminding me that that was the most exercise those muscles had done in months. I rolled them, ignoring the slight pull. There was no way my evening was going to be ruined because my shoulder muscles were crap. I still hadn’t come, and I wanted to see if I could wring three orgasms from the beautiful man lying in front of me.

Simon looked utterly fucked out—sweat clinging to his skin, chest heaving, lips swollen and glistening in a loose smile. His arms were still above his head where I’d placed them, fingers grasping at the pillowcase.

He’d been so utterly perfect for me, and I wanted him more than anything.

I was insanely hard, and I knew it wouldn’t take me long to come. My fingers were sticky with lube as I ran my hand across my dick, groaning at the sudden sensation. Simon rolled his head, smiling up at me and eyeing my cock.

“Fuck, you look amazing,” Simon said. His voice was hoarse and raw, and it made lust surge through me because I loved the fact that I was responsible for making him sound like that. “I need you to fuck me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Get your fucking dick in me now.” He spread his thighs a little wider, although the ruined panties around his hips made it harder. I pulled them over his thighs and threw them onto the floor, ignoring the ripping sound when I tugged them a little too hard. Grabbing a condom off the bed, I suited up and lifted Simon’s thighs, leaning over him and lining up with his stretched, wet hole.

I groaned as I bottomed out in one smooth stroke. Simon’s channel clenched around me, threatening to pull my orgasm from me before I’d even started.

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