When Todd pulled free of Nick’s body, Nick twisted around, trying to get some friction against his master’s rock-hard belly.
“Something you want?” Todd drawled, hand skimming lightly over Nick’s side and between his legs, fingertips barely brushing over Nick’s hard, dripping cock.
Nick’s response was a breathy moan.
Todd chuckled, fingers gliding through Nick’s slit, rubbing in the fluid pooling for a few seconds before it oozed along the length of Nick’s cock.
Groaning, Nick gasped and tried to thrust up into Todd’s fist but was held in place by Todd’s other arm wrapped around his middle. All Nick could do was grip Todd’s shoulders and alternately knead at his ass.
Todd moved so he was more on top of Nick than beside him and stroked Nick faster, twisting and pulling, grip tightening. Todd licked along Nick’s lower lip for a few seconds before his tongue wormed inside Nick’s mouth, entwining with and caressing Nick’s tongue, swallowing Nick’s moans.