“Gods, cub. That was so good. You did so good for me.” He sounded as wrecked as I felt, and pride unfurled in my gut. I’d done that to him. He pulled me forward at the same time he bent down, and he took my mouth in a hard, fast, wholly possessive kiss. Our tongues tangled, danced, as he explored every part of my mouth. His cum ground into my beard. That was going to be a pain to wash out, but I didn’t care.
Eventually he ended the kiss, then pressed his forehead to mine, panting just as hard as I was. When Trey tilted his head to look down, he let out a surprised sound. I followed his gaze, and saw my red, weeping dick. If I’d had any coordination at all, I would have grabbed it. It would have taken me only a stroke or two before I orgasmed. But I didn’t, and part of me didn’t want to either.