Page 122 of Seer
I went over to help him finish getting the shirt over his head. His eyes tracked my progress, noting every bounce as I moved.
I stopped in front of him and extracted the hem of his shirt from his fingers, then I pulled it over his head. He blinked, turning red as he met my eyes.
“Sorry. I was just a little startled. I’d thought you were big, but damn.”
I kissed him softly. “If you’re not up for this right now, we can?—”
“No! I’m up for it.” He pointed at his own dick, which was now trying to escape the waistband of his boxers. “Remember? Very up for it.”
Everything I was getting through our bond confirmed what he was saying. Greg was ready to jump my bones.
“Okay.” I tried to decide how to proceed. I wasn’t sure if he was completely healed from last night, and I didn’t want him to overexert himself.
Greg patted my chest and said, “I’m fine. I’ll tell you if I’m not.”
I ran a hand over my face and beard. “Yeah, sorry.”
He looked at me with those unnaturally bright silvery eyes. “We’re just two adults, about to have sex. Nothing unusual to see here.”
I scoffed. “Except your eyes are glowing.” But I put my arms around him and stepped in for a kiss.
We hadn’t kissed properly since the bond had taken hold. I’d thought kissing while we were connected was amazing, but this was stupendous. I could feel what Greg was feeling. Completely.
He liked my beard, and the heat of my mouth. And holy shit did he like my furry belly against his smoother one. And the hair on my chest against his nipples... fuck.
I slid a hand between us and tweaked one of his nipples. Greg cried out, and so did I. It was like a boomerang. He felt a bolt of lightning go straight to his balls, and the same thing happened to me.
“Fuck,” I said, breaking away to pant against Greg’s neck. Somehow one of his legs had wrapped around my thigh, and one of my hands was inside his boxers, cupping his ass cheek. The front of his underwear was soaked, both of us leaking onto the fabric.
“Bed.” Greg unhooked his leg and nudged me back toward the mattress. “I don’t think I can last very long with all of that feedback.”
“No shit. It’s fucking intense.” I sat on the edge of the bed and watched Greg strip out of his damp boxers. His dick slapped against his belly, leaving a large wet spot. He was cut and thick. I licked my lips. “Come here,” I said, reaching for his hips. I needed to taste him.
“Nuh uh.” He skipped back out of reach. “If you blow me, I’ll come. And I want you inside me.”
We both pictured what that would be like, and the competing images in our brains made our dicks jerk in unison.
“Fuck.” I bent over, trying not to come. “Where’s your lube? And can we go bare? I’m on PrEP.”
“Same. And definitely. I don’t want to miss any of this sensation.” Greg clamped his fingers around the base of his dick as he hurried over to the nightstand. Sweat gleamed on his back. He had the most perfect ass I’d ever seen.
I averted my gaze and sucked air in through my teeth. I just had to hold out a little longer. My balls were ready to explode, they were so tight.
Greg stood in front of me, holding out the lube. “I don’t think I can do this without coming.”
I flinched away and held up my hands to ward him off. “And you think I can? Shit, Greg, I’m not sure I can touch you at all without coming.”
We stared at each other, trying to figure out a way around this conundrum.
“Maybe we need to invest in some cock cages,” I suggested.
Greg’s eyes practically bulged they went so wide. “How am I supposed to get soft enough to getthisinto a cock cage?” he demanded, waving at his purpled dick. The only feeling I was getting through our bond was a pulsing arousal.
I was in a similar state.
He stretched his hand out to me again, trying to get me to take the lube. “You’re younger than I am, so you’ll have a shorter refractory period.”
Well, shit. “Okay, but for the record, I object to having to come without you.” I took the lube without touching Greg’s fingers. Then I paused. “You know, given the feedback loop we’ve been experiencing, I’m not sure either of us will be able to blow without the other one following along.”
