Releasing his shirt, I reach for my dick and stroke myself quickly. I need to come so bad it hurts. I’m half-crazy from it. It’s been too damn long. “Pull my dick out.” Preston’s gravelly, lust-filled voice has me rushing to get him out. I’m still balancing on one leg with one arm pinned against the door. His hand on my wrist flexes and I’m sure I’ll have an imprint of his fingers on my skin. I want one. My hand wraps around both of our cocks, stroking us together while his eyes bore into mine. I can’t look away. We’re breathing hard, our air mixing between us until I can taste him.
