"Caro?"
Lany's hair fell back as he
looked up. "Yeah?"
"I didn't get shot." I
thought it was something worth pointing out.
"You think that lets you
off the hook?"
I could hope.
Lany sighed deeply. "I was
wearing the smallest little g-string and sheer shirt. You could see my nipples
and everything. You would have loved it."
The transfer of blood from
one head to the other was not a good thing when you had a concussion. My cock
was pretty damn happy. My head was splitting in two.
"Lany, caro, I think
maybe—"
"No," Lany said in the
sternest voice I had ever heard. "No thinking while you have a concussion."
Not a problem. My thought
process had gotten hazy at the first image of Lany in a g-string that crossed
my mind. It had pretty much gone up in smoke after that.
"Your nipples were
visible?" I whispered on a gasp.
Lany giggled as he leaned
closer. "Sheer material, remember?"
"And a g-string?"
"Butt floss g-string." Lany
wiggled his eyes brows suggestively. "Very, very small."
"Porca troia," I
groaned as I leaned back against the pillows and closed my eyes. The torture
of wanting Lany and not being able to take him was almost more than I could
handle. I'd sell my soul for ten minutes in our own bed.
When I felt nimble fingers
sneak under the covers pooling at my waist, my inhaled sharply. I held my
breath, waiting, anticipating. My jeans were unzipped and then one of the best
feelings in the world was mine as Lany's fingers closed around my cock.
"What are you doing, Lany?" I
asked without opening my eyes.
"Nothing."
I would have believed him
if his hand hadn't started moving up and down my engorged length. I had a
split second to decide whether to stop Lany from what he was doing in case
someone came in, or thrust up into his hand and experience the pleasure only
my man could give me.
I had a concussion.
I wasn't stupid.
I thrust up into his tight
grip.
"Più stretto, caro," I
moaned. "Squeeze me tighter."
I tried to keep my breathing
steady but my heart went wild, and blood rushed hot through my veins when I
felt Lany's wet tongue lick at my pelvic bone. A groan rose up in my throat as
arousal caught me in a vicious grip.
"Lany, please," I pleaded as I
humped my hips toward Lany, an anxious whine falling from my lips. I gritted
my teeth when Lany just chuckled at me.
A moment later my needy cry
echoed through the room as Lany's lips wrapped around my hard cock. I could
feel every movement, every lick, every sweet caress. I could almost feel the
very air around me moving over my sensitive skin.
I felt flushed, hot, and
needy. Fire raced through my body, melting me from the inside out. I didn't
know what Lany would to do next and it drove me crazy. My heartbeat throbbed
in my ears as I waited for Lany's next move. I just wished the man would hurry
the hell up.
I was about to go out of my
ever-loving mind.
I groaned and started panting
when something brushed against my balls. I spread my legs, giving Lany more
access. I loved having my balls played with, sucked on, tugged, anything.
And Lany knew it.
The man played me like a
master.
I shook as need rushed through
my body like a tidal wave and crashed together in my cock when Lany suddenly
deep-throated me. I growled as I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of
Lany's throat.
The man had no gag reflex.
I was one lucky bastard.
I reached down and pushed
Lany's hair back, needing to see. I watched Lany as the man moved his head
back up and down the full length of my thick cock. It was an alluring sight,
one I never got tired of looking at.
"Lany," I shouted, "don't
stop."
God, please don't stop.
I stiffened as Lany's mouth
sank even further down on my cock. Lany swallowed it until I felt the man's
nose brush against my short, curly hairs. Lany began to move his mouth along
my hard length.
"Oh, fuck," I whimpered as the
man's slight hum sent small vibrations through my cock. I tangled my hands in
Lany's hair, holding him in place as I fucked the world's most perfect mouth.
I could feel my balls drawing
up close to my body. I knew I was on the edge of an intense orgasm. I started
slowly thrusting into Lany's mouth. I couldn't believe the hotness I felt as I
fucked Lany's mouth, the exquisite pleasure.
"Oh, Lany, gonna—" I cried
out as a heavy pressure built in my balls. The first tremors began inside,
moving along my cock, in tiny convulsive jerks. It moved up to the base of my
cock then erupted out the top as I found my release. I shouted as I came,
flooding Lany's mouth and throat. Lany sucked down every last drop.
I lifted Lany up with great
gentleness, cradling his body close to mine. I held Lany tight as my heart
continued to race.
"Thank you, caro."
Lany's face flushed. "You're
welcome."
"Can I return the favor?" I
asked as I started to reach for the zipper of Lany's pants. I was confused by
the sudden embarrassment that he could see in Lany's amber-green eyes right
before the man dropped them. "Lany?"
"I kind of…when you…I did too,
so..."
I suddenly read through Lany's
stuttered words and I felt like shouting to the rooftops. I could feel small
pants of Lany's breath tickling my cheek. The man's breath was coming out
raggedly, softly, nervously.
"I love you, Lany."
His embarrassment apparently
forgot in an instant, Lany beamed up at me with a bright smile. "I love you,
too."
"I'm sorry I wasn't there for
our anniversary."
"We're together, and that's
what's important."
I didn't deserve the adorable
man.
I just prayed he never figured
that out.
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