Smut 69 - Prompt 54 - Self-Love
Mick braced himself over Beth’s sleeping form. One hand hovered over her bare leg. The scent of her arousal wrapped around him like a seductive blanket.
With an inner battle raging, his fingers gently caressed her thigh. Beth sighed, her legs falling open.
“Mick,” she moaned.
He turned away, growling, hands clenched as he tried to regain control over his own arousal.
He sat down opposite her, watching her in the throes of her dream… ‘Just this once,’ he thought as his eyes turned frosty blue. He continued to watch as he opened his pants and slipped his hand inside.
It was so easy to lose himself in this, especially with the star of all his fantasies of late lying, clad in just his shirt, not four feet from him. Pushing his pants down Mick settled back in his chair and spread his legs. Slowing he began rubbing his hand up and down his cock. She had looked amazing in that figure hugging dress. Moaning softly Mick rubbed his thumb over the head, spreading the pre-cum that was leaking out. When she pressed up against him earlier he could smell her arousal. And he’d almost given in and kissed her. Growling his hand moved faster as he imagined Beth’s sweet mouth on him. Grunting he stroked harder and faster… feeling it build so quickly… Only Beth could do this to him.
She moaned his name again, lost in her dream and Mick arched his hips off the chair as he came… biting down on his lip to stifle the screams of her name as he pumped every drop out of himself. Minutes later he slumped boneless in the chair, the blood rushing in his ears as his cum trickled down his thighs.
“Fuck Beth,” he whispered, “what you do to me…”
With an inner battle raging, his fingers gently caressed her thigh. Beth sighed, her legs falling open.
“Mick,” she moaned.
He turned away, growling, hands clenched as he tried to regain control over his own arousal.
He sat down opposite her, watching her in the throes of her dream… ‘Just this once,’ he thought as his eyes turned frosty blue. He continued to watch as he opened his pants and slipped his hand inside.
It was so easy to lose himself in this, especially with the star of all his fantasies of late lying, clad in just his shirt, not four feet from him. Pushing his pants down Mick settled back in his chair and spread his legs. Slowing he began rubbing his hand up and down his cock. She had looked amazing in that figure hugging dress. Moaning softly Mick rubbed his thumb over the head, spreading the pre-cum that was leaking out. When she pressed up against him earlier he could smell her arousal. And he’d almost given in and kissed her. Growling his hand moved faster as he imagined Beth’s sweet mouth on him. Grunting he stroked harder and faster… feeling it build so quickly… Only Beth could do this to him.
She moaned his name again, lost in her dream and Mick arched his hips off the chair as he came… biting down on his lip to stifle the screams of her name as he pumped every drop out of himself. Minutes later he slumped boneless in the chair, the blood rushing in his ears as his cum trickled down his thighs.
“Fuck Beth,” he whispered, “what you do to me…”