Chapter 12

“Nicky,” I rasped. I turned his head and sucked his lower lip into my mouth as he rode me, and when his inner muscles clamped down on me, I knew I was going to come soon. I brushed his hand away from his own cock and began to stroke him in time to my thrusts.

“Your hand,” he moaned against my mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Was I too rough? Was my grip too tight?

“It’s never…No one’s ever—”

I laughed, relieved. “That can’t be true. One of your many girlfriends must have given you a hand job.”

“Don’t make me laugh, Easy. Of c-course they have. But your hand…”

“Yes?” I shouldn’t be fishing for compliments, but somehow I couldn’t resist. All this time his lips were on mine, and the whisper of his breath against them was doing insane things to my insides.

“I can die happy.”

“We don’t want you doing that.” I went back to working him over, giving a little twist each time I reached his cockhead, and that did it.