Page 21 of Nerdy Dirty Valentine

“It’s good for me, too. I actually—look, I’ll fuck a guy if he wants that. I usually do. But the truth is I like the idea of going slow, and maybe… I want those lips of yours to lick my hard cock.” I paused, checking James’ reaction, since frightening him was the last thing I’d want to do.

He wasn’t afraid. His cheeks were flushed, gaze hungry for more.

“I need that,” I continued. My dick twitched, getting as turned on as James was. He chewed the corner of his mouth. His fingers flexed, like he wanted to grab me.

“Lick me tip to balls. Slide my fat dick in and out of your beautiful mouth.”

“Go on.” James leaned in closer.

God, I could picture him sucking me. My arousal gave a painful throb.

“And once I come, you can turn me over and eat my ass. Ride me hard. Do everything you fantasize about.”

He let out a whimper. “Not sure I’m ready for all of that, but I sure do like…”

“My nasty talk?”

He tilted his head back, his throat visibly swallowing like he could already taste the words. “Yes,” he breathed. His eyes were dilated, and he thrust his hips toward me.

“Don’t worry, I’m a nasty boy. I like it, too,” I said gently. “I got a big dirty mouth to match my big body. Wanna punish me for it? Pinch my nipples. Twist my balls.” I grinned. “I haven’t even mentioned my massive cock and what you can do to it.”

James moaned. “God, damn. I’m going to come before we’re naked.”

Staring at me, James brushed his thumb over my lips. I opened my mouth immediately and gently nibbled at it. I felt a stab of need deep in my chest. Those stormy blue eyes were so damn vulnerable. I sucked his thumb deeper into my mouth.

“I’m going to lose my mind.”

His low words had me squirming. Maybe James wanted more words back.

I released his thumb. “Can I tell you how you’ll lose it?”

“Talk to me,” James said hoarsely.

“I’ll strip for you. Right here in my living room. Then you’ll order me or watch me jack off.”

“Go on,” James pleaded.

The expression on his face… I wanted to touch him, but that might be too much. So I used my words.

“You’ll tell me to stroke harder until I spray cum on my stomach and chest. And if I’m good, you’ll lick it off.” Dirty, raunchy words were my caresses. My heart warmed as James hitched a breath and reacted.

“And if you’re bad?” He slid his hands down, cupping his erection through his pants.

“If I’m bad, I won’t be allowed to come. Not until I’ve spread my thighs for you and you’ve stuck your cock deep inside me.”

“Get naked for me. Do it now.” James sounded more like he was begging than ordering me, but I jumped to obey. I tugged my shirt over my head.

Running my palms over my nipples, I let James get an eyeful. His gaze swept over my shoulders, pecs, furred chest, and flat stomach. The look on his face stole my breath. Fuck. I wanted to kiss him.

I was rock-hard, so my pants felt tight as I shimmied out of them and my underwear.

I took my cock in one hand, holding it for him to see. Thicker than average, I had decent length, too. My balls felt heavy, mydick ached to be spent. But I didn’t stroke myself. “Touch me, please?”

He moved closer until he slid his finger over my slit. I moaned, my entire body quivering. I longed to rut up against James. This was all too good to be true, and none of it would last. Nothing did. I knew that deep down.

But we had this. The right now. And God, this was already better than anything before, than anything my imagination had wished for.

“Take me in your hand,” I said. “Own my cock.”

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