Page 42 of Wedding Bet

I took my shirt off, too, and when I leaned up against him next, I got the skin-on-skin contact I’d craved.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” Landry said, reaching down again to palm my erection.

“I’m not going to want to stop,” I murmured. “Promise.”

“Well, then,” he said, bringing his palm up to the skin of my stomach and then gently pushing down past the waistband of my pants.

I groaned as his hand made contact with my bare cock beneath the pants. He gave it a squeeze and I swore if I hadn’t been in bed, I would have dropped down to the floor.

In that moment, my cockbelongedto him. It was his, for better or for worse. His hands felt strong as he gripped my cock in his fist, just giving it a teasing squeeze.

I pushed into his fist, desperate for anything more. I reached down and shoved off my pants, wanting them gone.

Landry was stroking my cock now, and I pushed away the top covers on the bed, giving us more space. When I looked down, I could see the glint of precome on the tip of my cock in the dim light.

My hands felt around for him, too, and when I felt the outline of him through his pants, a fire ripped through me.

“Take your cock out,” I said.

His eyes widened briefly, and a faint smile settled on his face.

“Telling me what to do, huh?” he asked, cocking his head to one side. He leaned in and kissed my collarbone, and I moaned.

“Yes. I need you.”

“You’ll have me.”

“I need yourcock,” I told him definitively.

I wasn’t afraid anymore.

He needed to know that I wasn’t shy. Know that I wanted him, very directly.

He tossed away his pants and underwear, and when I next looked over, his cock was free and very, very hard.

And I couldn’t help but notice that he wasbig. A light, downy patch of hair gave way to a cock that looked like it could have been a damn piece of art, ruddy and swollen in the best possible way.

“Holy hell,” I murmured. “You are…”

“I am… very turned on,” he said.

“You look so good.”

“Likewise, Jamie.”

“Can I touch you? Can I—”

I shifted on the bed until I was at face level with his erection. I leaned in and gently kissed along his shaft, feeling some strange urge to show him exactly how much I wanted to worship his dick. I’d never much been into that kind of stuff before. I was a practical kind of guy, and though Ilikedcock, I’d never been so impressed with one before now.

He let out a delicious moan as I let my tongue slide out against it.

“Wasn’t expecting that,” he muttered to me.

“You are crazy if you thought you were going to takethiscock out and not get a reaction from me,” I said. “It’s a fucking thing of beauty, Landry. I could paint a picture of it and frame it. And then jerk off to it.”

He laughed softly, which gave way to a breathless gasp as I took him into my mouth for the first time.

I’d all but forgotten about my own dick. It was pleasure enough to have him in my mouth, and seeing it in front of me had beenquitea big distraction.

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