by Susan Stoker
“It’s…not that good.”
He chuckled, and Bryn’s attention went back to his dick as it bobbed with his movements. “Some people love it, others don’t. It’s okay if you don’t, Bryn.”
“You won’t be upset if I don’t want to swallow it?”
“Not at all. Nothing we do when we’re together will upset me. If you don’t like it, you don’t like it.”
“I can still give you blow jobs…as long as you don’t make me swallow.”
Dane almost choked but said, “God, Smalls. You have no idea how fucking sexy the image in my brain is right now. You leaning over me, or kneeling in front of me as you take my dick into your mouth. I can just see your lips closing around me…fuck…I will never complain about getting to come in your beautiful pussy rather than your mouth. I’m putty in your hands, sweetheart. Whatever you want, I’ll make sure you get. But I hope you won’t get upset that I love how you taste, and plan on getting up close and personal with your pussy on a regular basis.”
“Uh, no, I don’t think I’ll mind that at all.”
Bryn licked her lips and studied Dane’s cock. She hadn’t ever had a chance to get this close with one before. In the past, the men she’d been with had been all about putting their cocks inside her as fast as they could and not letting her explore. She didn’t want to waste this chance…still afraid that she’d do or say something so off the wall, Dane would realize that she really was the dorkiest dork on the planet and run as far and as fast as he could from her.
She leaned forward, pushing his dick up toward his stomach so she could look at his balls. They were slightly hairy and dangled, what looked to her, uncomfortably between his legs. Putting a finger against one and pushing, she was somewhat surprised at how soft it was.
“Take them in your hand,” Dane ordered. “Don’t grab them, but feel their weight.”
She did as he asked. “They’re a lot softer than I thought they’d be.”
“Right before I come, they get harder.”
“Are they always this big?”
Dane snorted. “No. You should see them when I’m cold or scared. They shrivel up practically to the size of grapes.”
Bryn nodded. “Yeah, it’s the cremasteric reflex, which shortens the muscles to bring them closer to your body to keep them warm. Do they hang lower when you’re hot?” Her hand wrapped around his balls carefully, getting used to the size and weight.
“I guess.”
“Can you feel them jostling around down there when you walk?”
Dane laughed outright at that. “No. Not really. They stay pretty contained in my boxers. They’ll shift around sometimes when I sit and need to be adjusted, but for the most part, I don’t really notice them…unless I’m about to get kicked down there or if I’m around a pretty woman…like you.”
Bryn nodded, her mind already moving on to the next topic. “Guys have a G-spot too, research says it’s about two inches inside your anus and is approximately the size of a chestnut. Most people call it the prostrate, but I like thinking of it as a guy’s G-spot instead.” She moved her index finger down toward his ass—and brought her eyes up to his when he grabbed her wrist.
“How about we save that for another day?”
“You don’t like it?”
“Never tried it, sweetheart.”
“Oh.” She liked that. Liked that there was something he hadn’t done, that maybe she could share with him. Their eyes stayed locked on each other and Bryn couldn’t tell what Dane was thinking. “Will you show me what feels good for you? I don’t want to do anything wrong.”
“With pleasure. But I don’t think you could do anything to me that was wrong. Give me your hand.”
Bryn held her hand out to him and he wrapped it around the tip of his dick, making sure to get his precome on her hand. He smoothed it down his shaft, lubricating it, then back up. He kept his grip tight on hers, but not so much that she felt as if she was hurting him.
“The best way is to start slow, speed up after a while, then end slow.” Bryn concentrated on their joined hands on his body as he spoke, soaking in each word and committing it to memory. “I’m already rock hard, but when it hasn’t been quite so long since I’ve been with you, it’ll take a bit longer for me to get to this point. You could use just one hand to get me off, hell, it’s how I have to do it now, but it would be more interesting if you changed it up…using one hand, then both, then back to one. Alternate your pattern and your touches…it’ll keep me on edge longer.”
Bryn nodded and brought up her left hand, grasping his length under where he was guiding the other, smiling when he groaned in enjoyment.
“I can feel you flex under my hand. It’s hot,” she told him, not taking her eyes from his cock as their hands continued to stroke up and down the hard length.”
“Yeah, like that. Don’t neglect my balls. They’re really sensitive. You can either take a break from your hand that’s stroking me, or use your other hand to softly fondle them. You can squeeze them, but keep your grip light…God…yeah…just like that…perfect…”
Bryn used her fingernails to lightly scratch the sensitive skin and was rewarded by another drop of precome leaking out of the top of his dick.
He continued in a hoarse tone, “The tip of my cock is very sensitive, it’s got the most nerve endings. Put your thumb and fingers in the shape of an O and move it up and down over the tip…not so far down…yeah, fuck, just like that. God, Bryn, your hand is so much softer and coordinated than mine.”
Bryn glanced up into Dane’s face and felt her heart rate increase. He’d closed his eyes and tilted his head back. The hand that had been guiding hers had fallen to the side and was clutching the sheet next to him. She’d never felt as powerful as she did right at this moment. The strongest, most take-charge man she’d ever met in her life was putty in her hands. It felt amazing.
When he didn’t say anything for several moments, she asked in a soft voice, “What next?”
“Use your free hand to press against the base of my dick, there’s a piece of skin that meets…”
His voice trailed off as Bryn found exactly where he was describing and caressed it. She moved her other hand from just the tip, down to the base, then went back to caressing just the tip again. She added in some twists of her palm and altered the strength she was using to grip him.
He was leaking fluid almost constantly now, lubricating his length and making it easier for her hand as it caressed him. Bryn licked her lips, enjoying being able to pleasure him.
“I’m close, Smalls. Real close. No…don’t speed up…the closer I get to orgasm, the more sensitive I’ll be. When I shoot, point the tip toward my stomach to catch my come and hold my cock tightly…don’t stroke me…it’ll hurt more than feel good…you ready?”
“Yes. Please. I want to see you come.”
Bryn felt his hand come up and clutch her thigh where it sat between his legs, the stump of his other arm came up as well and he curved it as best he could around her right forearm.
“Oh yeah…squeeze my balls a little more…fuck, exactly like that…when I say, press hard at the base of my dick…ready? Here it comes…now! Fuuuuuuuuuuck!”
Bryn hardly heard Dane swearing because she was too engrossed in the semen shooting from the tip of his dick. She stilled her hand as he requested and felt him jerk under her palm as he orgasmed. His come spurted out in several long, milky-white jets, coating his lower stomach.
He moaned a few times, and when she moved her hand slowly up and down his softening shaft, he pumped his hips up into her grip. More come leaked out the tip, lubricating her palm and making his cock extremely slippery. Keeping in mind that he said he got really sensitive after orgasming, Bryn let go of him and laid his cock down on his lower stomach, covering it with her palm.
“What are you doing?” he whispered.
“It seems wrong somehow to just let go,” she replied somewhat sheepishly.
He chuckled and lifted h
is hand to hers. “Give me your other hand.”
Bryn did, and swallowed hard when he brought it to his stomach and placed it over his release.
“It’s not a thorough scientific experiment if you don’t follow through, Smalls.”
“This wasn’t in any way scientific,” she retorted, smiling, but not taking her eyes off their hands smearing his release over his stomach. “We didn’t have an official hypothesis.”
“But jacking me off provided you some insight into cause and effect, didn’t it? And I do believe it’s not only reliable, but valid too.”
Bryn smiled up at him at that, happy he was talking her language. She mimicked his words, “I do believe you’re right, Mr. Munroe. If I conducted this same test again, I think I’d most likely achieve the same results.”
“Damn straight. And did it measure what it was supposed to?” he asked lazily.
“You mean, if I figured out just the right way to stroke your cock, you’d come?” Bryn returned.
“Yeah.”
“Then yes, the validity of my research was proven.”
“Come here,” Dane ordered, reaching up with his left arm and hooking his elbow over her hip.
Bryn moved up his chest, purposely brushing her hard nipples over his release as she went. She collapsed onto him and lowered her mouth to his at the same time he raised his head to meet her.
This wasn’t a nice polite kiss like they’d shared in the past. This was passionate and almost desperate. Bryn’s nose rubbed against Dane’s and she impatiently turned her head, trying to get closer. Her mouth opened wide under the onslaught of his and she welcomed his tongue as it curled and dueled with hers. Her hands started flat against his upper chest, but inched their way up until her fingertips caressed his lower jaw and neck as they made out.
His hand shoved itself under her loose waistband to clamp onto her ass and grind her lower body against his. His other arm wrapped around her upper back, keeping her flush to his chest.
The smell of his release only turned Bryn on more. She wasn’t a fan of the taste, but loved how he smelled like sex…how they smelled like sex. Her fingers were still wet from his release and she realized she’d smeared it on his chest and neck as they’d kissed. It was a tactile and olfactory turn-on. She inhaled deeply as they kissed, lost once again in a haze of sexual satisfaction.
Dane pulled back and bit lightly on her lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. She whimpered and breathed as hard as if she’d run two miles.
She opened her eyes and saw Dane’s looking into hers. As soon as he noticed her watching him, he closed his eyes and tilted his head again, once more crushing his lips to hers. This time when she licked over his tongue, he sucked on it. Bryn moaned into his mouth. She’d never, not once, felt this overwhelmed in her entire life. Not even right before she took the GRE exam.
Finally, when they both needed to breathe, they pulled their heads apart, but didn’t move their bodies even an inch from where they were plastered together. Without a word, Bryn put her head on Dane’s shoulder and relaxed into him bonelessly.
His come was sticky between them, they smelled like she imagined a porn shoot would after it was completed, and her panties were soaked with her earlier release and her excitement at being able to please Dane, but Bryn didn’t ever want to move again. She tried to memorize every second of what had just happened, in case she did something to screw up their relationship in the near future.
When her heart rate had finally slowed down and she could breathe normally again, she whispered, “Thank you.”
Dane chuckled under her. “I think that’s my line, Smalls.”
She lifted her head so she could look at him. “No one has ever trusted me like you just did. Ever. I had no idea it was so…amazing. Messy. Intense.”
“Just wait until I’m inside you and we get to come together.”
“You still want to?” She couldn’t help the note of vulnerability that leaked out with her question.
“Yeah, Bryn. I want to get inside you more than I’ve ever wanted anything before in my life. Including when I’d woken up in the hospital in Germany and realized my hand was gone and prayed it had all been a dream.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah,” Dane agreed. “If you thought what we just did was hot, just wait until I’m inside you.”
“Lord,” Bryn breathed. “I don’t know if I’ll survive.”
“You’ll survive. And hopefully become addicted.”
“I don’t think that will be an issue,” she commented dryly, then murmured reluctantly, “We probably need to get up.”
“We will. In a bit.” He didn’t sound like he was in a hurry to move at all. “I’m comfortable. Aren’t you?”
“Well, yeah. But you’re covered in…” Her voice trailed off.
“I am. And it feels fucking fantastic.”
“All right then.”
“All right then,” he echoed. “And for the record,” Dane continued in a soft voice, his hand slowly and easily caressing her ass under her pants, “I’ve never been as turned on in my life as I was just now. You might be new at this sort of thing, but the passion in your eyes, the enthusiasm and wonder shining through…it was the best gift anyone has ever given me. Thank you, Bryn. I’ve spent the last almost year feeling like only part of a man. You changed all that with one hand job. Crude, but true.”
Bryn snuggled back down into Dane’s chest, refusing to let him see the tears in her eyes at his words.
“I used two hands,” she told him shakily.
He chuckled. “So you did.” As if he knew she needed a moment to collect herself, he said nothing more, other than, “Take a nap, Smalls. You’re gonna need your energy tonight.”
“I don’t nap.”
“Shhhhhh.”
“Bossy.”
She heard the puff of laughter come from him but he didn’t say anything else. Merely caressed her bare back with his stump and her ass with his hand. She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but within moments, she was sound asleep.
Chapter Nineteen
Bryn put both elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hands. She’d been ready, more than ready, to have sex with Dane, but they’d been woken up from their catnap by his phone ringing. It’d been Steve, asking if Dane wanted to go with him on a few jobs to see if working with him was really what he wanted to do.
The look of desire and heat in Dane’s eyes as he gazed at her was hard to combat, but Bryn had encouraged him to go ahead and spend what was left of the day with the other man. She wanted to make love with Dane more than she wanted almost anything…even the time she’d had the opportunity to sit down and talk with Stephen Hawking about his latest research. But, he needed to do this to find himself again, and working with Steve could be the first step in doing so. Not only that, but after the haze of her orgasm had worn off, she’d felt unsure again, so she’d climbed out of his arms and grabbed her shirt, gesturing at him to tell Steve yes.
An hour later she was back at her apartment…bored out of her mind. The crosswords weren’t cutting it, nobody was online at the prepper forum to talk to her, and she wasn’t finding any information on the Internet about survivalists that she didn’t already know.
Looking at her watch, Bryn saw that the library was still open. Once the idea took root, there was no stopping it. Her quest for knowledge was insatiable, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to think about anything else until she satisfied it.
Knowing Dane was busy, and would be for the rest of the afternoon, she rationalized that she’d have plenty of time to get to the library and do what she needed to do before Dane got back and came over to her place.
Goosebumps broke out on her arms when she thought about what she wanted to do with Dane later that night. He’d made it more than clear that they’d make love when he got back…and the kiss he’d planted on her only made her look forward to seeing what she’d been missing all the more.
But first th
ings first.
Bryn put thoughts of a naked Dane out of her mind and grabbed her car keys and cell phone. She didn’t bother with her wallet because she was just going to the library…it was only a mile or so away, and if she drove within the speed limit, she should be okay.
* * *
An hour later, Bryn was driving down a gravel road, miles from Rathdrum, intent on her mission. She’d started out just looking at a few of the books on preppers she hadn’t checked out previously, and had been reminded about the person who’d taken out the Design and Build Your Own Doomsday Bunker and Dangers of Fertilizers books.
The longer she thought about it, the more she realized it wasn’t a good thing. The people on the online prepper forum had reiterated how dangerous some of the others in the lifestyle could be, mostly because they were paranoid about outsiders finding their bunkers. But not one had talked about the need for explosives in their bunkers. They did some gardening, but kept them small because, again, they didn’t want to give away the locations of their bunkers…and having a large garden could lead someone straight to them.
That got Bryn thinking. Why would a prepper want to check out a book on the dangers of fertilizer when there wasn’t a good reason to have that much on hand in the first place?
Then she remembered the address she’d looked up before. And that got her thinking maybe she could just do a drive-by. See if anything looked suspicious. She wouldn’t try to make contact with anyone; she recalled Dane, and the others online, warning her about confronting a prepper.
She’d just find out if the address was made-up, or if someone actually lived there. And if they did, she’d tell Dane what she’d found at the library, about the books, and he could help her decide what to do about it…if anything.
She’d put the address into her phone map app. There wasn’t a house showing on the satellite view, but the pin was on a real road. Knowing it wouldn’t be smart to go without telling Dane, she tried to call him, but it went to voicemail immediately.
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