I smirk and lower his hand to both of our cocks. “That’s better,” I whisper as I start guiding his movements, tightening his hold on us until it’s borderline painful how good it fucking feels. “You don’t have to be gentle. I won’t break. Jerk us like you’d jerk yourself.”

His chest seems to cave in with a great shudder as we get ourselves off together, spreading my saliva and the wetness coating the heads of our cocks so it’s a slick, smooth glide.

His forehead drops to mine and then he’s sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. Trapping my flesh with his teeth.

My hand spreads wide on his back as we draw closer and closer to the finish line.

Our chests are hot and damp with sweat, his piercing dragging roughly across my own peaked flesh.

I drag my hand up his back and clutch his skull. I kiss him roughly and fully, shoving back his lips until I feel his teeth on mine as my tongue finds his once more.

A growl rumbles through my chest and he makes a noise I’ve never heard from him before as his measured thrusts turn into something uneven and desperate. He stiffens, and I catch the sharp tendon along his neck between my teeth as he throws back his head with a low, heart-stopping moan that turns silent with a caged breath.

I let go of the hand on our cocks just as he begins to spill hotly into his palm and over my stomach. Dousing my cock with his hot, wet release.

“Oh, fuckkkkk,” I grit out into a deep, choked moan.

I grab his waist and manage to catch the sexy-as-hell glare he aims toward the ceiling just before my eyes roll back in my head with my own climax. Blood rushes through my ears, and all I see and feel and smell is Waylon as we ride to shore together.

Finally together.

He rolls off me just enough so as not to crush me, but so that we’re still pressed up against each other.

Waylon throws his arm over my chest, burying his face in the side of my head. His room fucking reeks of sex, and I swear the temperature’s gone up fifty degrees. We’re sweaty and gross and gasping for air like we’ve just run a marathon, but I wouldn’t trade it for all the stars in the sky.

My body tingles and trembles with aftershocks as I come down from what might possibly be the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, all from a damn hand job.

I turn my head, my lips catching on Waylon’s nose. I bring an arm around and hug his waist, pressing my fingers just over the swell of his ass.

“Hey, babe?” I whisper.

He shudders. “Yeah?”