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And the thought of a soft but calloused hand on my dick isn’t turning me off in the slightest.
No, something about this guy gets me going. And if I really admit it, this isn’t the first time I’ve pictured a man touching me. Not…not really. But this, right here, just makes it incredibly, incredibly real.
If I’m being honest with myself, I think I always knew I was bi. Just never had the privilege of actually hooking up to test the theory. There weren’t many opportunities on the force, and definitely not in the FBI. The queer men there were keeping that very close to their chests, and I think my don’t-fuck-with-me demeanor didn’t exactly give off safe-space vibes.
Seems now I have the chance to try something new. Something I’ve secretly wanted for a long time.
He shifts closer. “Just gotta get close enough for easy access,” he murmurs, his groin pressed up against mine. I lift my hips slightly, helping him tug my pants down, the bulge in my boxers exposed.
He wets his lips and pulls it from its confines.
He gasps, his mouth parted slightly. “Well, shit. You’re huge.”
I roll my lips between my teeth as he reaches out and carefully grabs onto my length, testing it in his palm. It makes me positively weak and light-headed. But then suddenly, he lets go, and I realize I’m desperate for more.
“I think you’re going to be sorely disappointed when you see mine,” he says and then pulls his underwear down, his dick making an appearance.
It’s not small by any means, more average, but I like it.
It’s less intimidating this way.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
I nod and let my finger move up the underside of it. It jumps at my touch. “I like it.”
“Good, I mean, because you have to touch it. As an apology.”
I let out a small laugh and then bring his hand back to my dick, wanting him to touch me again. “You’ll tell me if I’m getting it wrong?” I can’t help but ask as I wrap my hand around his shaft.
He looks into my eyes, exhaling. “I’ll also tell you when you’re getting it right.”
That spurs me on. My hand shifts up his length, and he groans. He does the same to me, his grip strong and possessive. Fuck, he’s good at this. As chaotic as he is, this is fucking perfection.
He twists his wrist around the head of my cock, and I groan, my chin hitting my chest as I watch our hands move in tandem.
Maybe it has been too long. Or maybe it’s just this weird guy who knocked me over the head with a croquet mallet.
I don’t know, but the way he holds me, strokes me is perfect. It’s like he knows exactly what I want. What Ineed.
My hand trembles as I continue to touch him, watching as his eyes roll into the back of his head. His entire body arches up, his hips rocking back and forth, giving me a tempo to work with.
And I fuckingworkwith it. We’re both sitting on the floor, amidst the melting ice and the doilies, just letting our groans fill the room. A bead of sweat trickles down Leaf’s temple, and I know I look the same. He’s making me so fucking overheated. The scent of him, the way he feels in my hand. The excitement of being with a guy for the first time.
He makes it seem so easy. I don’t know why I didn’t do this sooner.
Probably because he wasn’t around.
That thought is far too romantic for what’s happening now. Right now, it’s just lust and need. Nothing more.
“Oh shit, Echo.”
I try not to wince. I’m desperate to hear my actual name on his lips, but I’m not foolish enough to give it to him. Not yet, anyway.
“I’m coming,” he gasps, his head falling back. His strokes around me falter as his cock erupts. Cum spills over my hand and onto my legs as he shakes and gasps, his orgasm going on forever. And just the sight of him trembling on my lap, the scent of his release, is enough to send me over the edge. I wrap my hand around the one that’s stroking me and help him pull my release out of me. My cum joins his on my pants, some hitting his bare thighs before my dick sags in relief.
My entire body relaxes almost immediately, my chin resting on my chest as I inhale deeply. “Fuck.”
“Yeah. Fuck is right,” Leaf replies, and I find the strength to meet his hooded stare. “I needed that. Already feeling more sane.”
