Page 111 of Cupid Calling
Obiora leaned down to nip the corner of his lip, licking away the sting. “Your hand,” he rasped, “on my dick.”
Ejiro felt like his cheeks would never recover from his constant blushes. “Fuck. Yes, please.”
They both helped Obiora get rid of his underwear. Then Obiora lifted onto his elbows, shifting until he was on his side, giving Ejiro access.
Ejiro pressed close and immediately curled his hand around him, testing his heat and hardness, his thumb finding a vein and tracing it, from the sensitive underside of the head to the base.
“Like that?” he whispered.
Obiora groaned. “Give me your hand.” Ejiro obligingly lifted his hand, letting Obiora gently cradle his wrist so he could bring Ejiro’s hand up to his mouth.
Then he licked, from his inner wrist to the tips of his fingers, and then spat. Ejiro jolted; his entire brain short-circuited, and his dick went from sixty to two hundred in the span of a heartbeat.
“Oh my fucking God.”
Obiora replaced his grip on his dick, the glide now obscenely wet and smooth.
“A little tighter, baby,” Obiora whispered. “Fuck. Yes. Just like that.”
Ejiro pumped his grip, slow and tight and exploring, his arousal heightening at the sight and feel of Obiora’s pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Obiora rasped, head tilted down, eyes focused on where Ejiro was stroking him, his hips rolling helplessly into Ejiro’s grip.
Ejiro swallowed thickly, his mouth falling open the longer he stroked him. It was a headrush, seeing the effect just his hand alone had on Obiora. He couldn’t stop staring at the frankly lewd sight of the head of Obiora’s dick thrusting through his tight fist, the head slightly shiny, slick with pre-come. He stroked his thumb across the wetness, spreading it around the head, and his stomach swooped when Obiora made an agonised sound of pleasure, his hips jerking.
Obiora began to groan helplessly, the movements of his hips quickening. He suddenly wrapped his hand around Ejiro’s, stopping his strokes.
“Fuck, Ejiro, baby—wait, wait.” He was almost gasping. “I’m—I’m close. Fuck.”
Ejiro’s stomach swooped again. God, he’d always known seeing his partner’s pleasure—being the cause of it—was a turn on for him, but it seemed to be amped up to one thousand with Obiora.
“Isn’t that the point?” Ejiro teased, voice husky.
Like he couldn’t help it, Obiora began to move their hands, slowly, torturously over his stiff length. Ejiro shouldn’t have found it arousing, Obiora controlling his grip like that. Obiora was so hard, so close Ejiro thought he could actually feel his dick throbbing.
“Yeah,” Obiora said, lips quirking. He met Ejiro’s eyes, his own eyes so fucking dark. “But I want …” Suddenly, it was Obiora’s turn to look shy.
Ejiro’s heart swelled. “Anything,” he whispered. “Anything you want.”
“I’d really, really like to fuck you,” Obiora admitted, making Ejiro’s stomach swoop again. Oh God. “But only if you’d like that.”
Ejiro nodded. Managed to swallow the aroused lump in his throat. “Yes, yes, Obiora, please—”
They moved until Obiora was on top of Ejiro once more, between his spread thighs, their lips moulding frantically.
Ejiro moaned, tilting his hips up, planting his feet on the mattress and rocking up until the tip of Obiora’s dick was pressed against his entrance.
Obiora gripped his hip in a vice-like hold to stop him, gasping raggedly, arching his own hips.
“Fuck. Tell me again,” Obiora seemed to plead.
“Fuck me. Please,” Ejiro begged. He opened his eyes, locking them with Obiora’s. “I want you. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Fucking hell, baby, you’re going to be the death of me.” Obiora groaned, pressing his dick harder against the tight furl of Ejiro’s asshole, almost helplessly. “Anything, baby. Anything you want.”
He let go, letting Ejiro fall back onto the mattress, then reached for his bedside table for the lube. Since Ejiro had fingered himself on the phone last time, Ejiro knew Obiora hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it; how Ejiro had been so fucking into it, gasping and sobbing and fucking himself into a powerful climax.
Obiora leaned down to kiss him when he had the lube and a condom on the bed with them, licking sensually into Ejiro’s mouth, taking him apart skilfully with his tongue.
