Junkie(66)

Drew pressed his weight down. I bit back another groan. “Dude.” I warned.

“You gonna take care of that in the bathroom?” His voice was curious.

“It’s better than being on the verge of shooting in my pants.”

“Can I?”

I froze. “Can you what?” I asked low.

“Can I jerk you off?”

Below the blanket, my cock twitched. I didn’t think I’d ever wanted anything more than I wanted to feel Drew wrap his hand around my throbbing dick.

I studied his face, trying to see past my own hazy desire. Did he really want this, or did he just feel like this was what I wanted? Even though the thought that he would offer this because he knew it was something I wanted made me love him more, I wasn’t that selfish.

I couldn’t tell. I wasn’t sure.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I finally said.

His face darkened. “Why?”

Because if I like it and you don’t, my heart will be shattered.

“Maybe later,” I mumbled and started to get up again.

Drew ripped the blanket off my lap and grabbed my cock through my clothes.

The hissing sound I released filled the entire room.

“You wanted to try a kiss.” He gave it a squeeze. “I want to try this.”

“Drew.” The defeat in my voice was embarrassing.

Victory filled his eyes. His free hand pressed against my shoulder, forcing me back into the cushions of the couch. “I’ve never,” he whispered as he reached for the buttons on my jeans.

I placed my hand over his. “Me either.”

Desire, hot and fierce, filled his eyes. It was a heady look on him. I’d seen Drew in a lot of different ways, but he’d never looked at me like this. Like he wanted me.

I surrendered to his hands, letting both of mine fall limp at my sides. It took him a minute to get my jeans undone because my hard-on made it that much more difficult. When they were finally open, Drew slid back so he was sitting just above my knees. His big hands grasped the waistband of the pants and pulled at the same time I lifted my hips so they could slide down.

My boxer briefs were red, the waistband black, and they looked sorely too tight against the bulging length of my cock.

Drew swallowed thickly, his eyes going right to the front of the boxers. Using one hand, he grabbed the waistband and jerked them down.

My cock sprang free instantly.

“That actually looks painful, frat boy,” he drawled, staring at my throbbing head. “How long’s it been since you had some?”

“Too long,” I ground out. Just him staring at it made me want to come.

“I’m guessing I’m not going to get too long, then.” He glanced up quickly and smiled.

I was beyond words. I couldn’t say a thing.

“Next time,” he whispered, like he was making a promise to himself.

Drew’s hand was large, so when he reached out and took me in his palm, he covered more of my dick than anyone had ever been able to before.

My chest heaved and my eyes drifted closed.

Neither of us spoke as he grasped my cock and pulled it up so it was straight up and down. His hand gentled and caressed the smooth skin stretching over my rod. God, it felt so good. To have his hands on me like this.

Slowly, he jerked me, starting at the base and moving upward. When he got to the head, he circled just below it with his thumb and finger and gave it a squeeze. My body shuddered, and he flicked the pad of his thumb over the most sensitive spot.

“Fuck,” I ground out.

“I like it there, too,” he whispered.

His voice called to me, and I opened my eyes. We stared at each other while he continued to jerk me in slow, rhythmic movements.

His free hand grabbed the base of my rod and held it in place, and I lay there staring into his blue gaze as both his hands worked me.

Beads of moisture wept from my tip, and I knew right away when his hand slid over it, because he paused. “You like this.”

“God, Drew. You have no fucking idea,” I ground out.

His eyes moved down, I felt him looking at the pre-cum coating my tip. I had a moment to wonder if maybe it would make him back away before the pad of his thumb pressed down on the top of my head and smeared it all around, coating the swollen, extremely sensitive skin with silky-soft lubricant.

I whispered some shit that made no sense and thrust my hips up toward him.

Using his hand, he dragged some of that wetness down over my shaft and pumped me again.

“I can’t hold it.” I panted. “I have to come.”

“Let me see,” he replied, dragging his hand up to hit the magic spot.

My cock started pulsing, and I threw my head back and moaned. Hot liquid exploded out of me and plastered the shirt I was wearing. White light exploded behind my eyes, and my entire body released about twenty tons of pressure.