Page 64 of Dynamo
“Whose is this?”
“Mine. I’ve got a few sets of clothes here, and that’s about it. This is a fallback as I rent the house.”
Maybe I should have been on edge, uncomfortable, but I wasn’t. I sat on the bed and glanced at Mike. He took the chair opposite.
“Sorry, this isn’t what I planned.”
“Shit happens, Mike.”
“Babe, I want to kiss you,” he announced completely out of the blue.
Mike
“What?”
“Dynamo, walk over here and kiss me.”
She was going to refuse, not because I wanted to kiss her, but because I’d given an order. Dynamo was contrary and wouldn’t appreciate that, which is why I’d said it.
“You come here,” Dynamo retorted with clear hesitation.
Unhurriedly, I walked over to where she sat. Making myself smaller, I crouched down and slid my hands onto her thighs. “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” Dynamo replied in a strangled tone.
I leaned forward slowly and brushed my lips against hers. Dynamo stared with wonder as she touched her lips; she’d not flinched away. She reached for me and kissed me back. Desire flared between us as my cock demanded attention, and I forced control. Losing that now would scare her. Dynamo controlled the kiss while I kept my hands on her thighs. Christ, that was one of the most difficult things I’d ever done.
“Mike, I can’t do this,” she murmured and pulledaway. Desire had fled to be replaced by fear, and I realised my cock was brushing against her leg.
“Okay,” I said, backing off instantly. Dynamo swallowed hard, and I knew she was wrestling to control the urge to scream.
“Damn it, this is impossible,” Dynamo moaned with shame.
“Do you touch yourself?” I murmured, almost groaning, at that image.
“Lately, yes, but I can’t come.”
“Want to see how sex can happen between us?”
Dynamo cocked her head.
“Mike, I can’t be touched; even my own fingers trigger me.”
Confident in what I was about to do, I grinned and walked to the opposite wall. “Watch, Dynamo, and don’t panic. I swear to stay here.”
I unbuttoned my jeans slowly and slid them down, watching for any signs of hysteria. Dynamo’s eyes widened when she saw my hard-on, but she didn’t freak out. Her breathing got faster, and I knew Dynamo was scared but was desperately hanging onto staying calm.
I pulled my boxers down and held my cock.
“Dynamo, look how hard I am for you,” I murmured as I began stroking myself. Just Dynamo watching had my balls drawn tight. Fuck, I might not last as long, which would be embarrassing. I moved my hand up and down, watching carefully as she gazed, horrified and spellbound. She licked her lips and focused solely on what my hand was doing.
“Take your jeans off. Lie down on the bed and spread your legs. Let me see how beautiful you are when you touch yourself,” I urged.
Dynamo completely froze. Panic warred with terror. I didn’t move, just kept steadily jerking off. Dynamo moved to the headboard and curled her legs under her. Okay, I wasn’t going to push.
She licked her lips again, and I groaned and reached for a small towel on the chair. “I’m gonna cum for you, babe.”
I imagined her mouth sucking my cock and her hair coating my stomach. My thighs trembled, and my balls tightened almost painfully, and I shot my load into the towel. My release echoed around the bedroom as I called her name and closed my eyes in bliss.
