He's Having Such A HARD Time

I was taking my time with him now and above me Jake was doing his best to maintain composure and keep up with the conversation. But it was hard for both of us.

I could hear it in his voice, the strain of him trying to talk strategies to draw people into the booth and keep them interested. The woman trying to imply without outright saying that he was big and built and handsome enough to get girls to buy in on his looks alone and get guys to buy in on the promise of looking a little bit more like him.

She was trying to get him to sell the fact that the team worked out together. That they spent time together. That they got close.

Implying that if they joined, a little of his shine would rub off on them.

And the guy was very clearly still suspicious that something was going on here. He kept on asking little questions that Jake had become rather adept at dodging and frankly that was all the more impressive considering his circumstances.

Jake was close. I could tell that. He was absolutely fucking close to erupting.

Rivulets of precum kept on beading up and running down his head and shaft. A near continuous stream of them that I licked and swallowed greedily, savoring every last drop.

And he was twitching in my hands and his throbbing was reaching a frenetic pace and I kept on feeling his balls tensing and then relaxing over and over in a relentless pattern of aching need.

Speaking of aching, that was all that I was.

Aching in my jaw from the way he was stretching me when I pushed down to take as much of him as I could and aching between my legs with the need to have more than my own fingers to scratch my itch.

All that and more and aching for the need to cum just as bad as he was, but wanting to hold on a little more becasue I knew that Jake was hovering on the edge, barely on the edge of his control and barely keeping his secret intact, and if I made him cum right here and now there was no way he'd be able to keep it all secret.

But fuck I was close and so was he. And fuck we just needed to hold out a little longer.

Just a little bit longer, as I heard them wrap up above.

"Are you sure I can't take over?" the guy asked, "Or find someone to take over for you?"

"Rick," the woman chastized, "We just set out a whole plan with Jake here at the center of it. If you go ahead and step in then what was the point of any of that in the first place."

"He just looks peaky," Rick replied, "Ash, I'm just concerned."

"Jake is a big boy, he can handle himself," Ash reassured him, "Isn't that right, Jake?"

"Oh yeah," Jake rumbled, "You don't need to worry about me. I'm feeling better already and I figure maybe just... just a little bit more. Oh just a little bit more and I'll be right as rain. I just need... Need to... Keep going... Oh I... don't stop... I can't stop."

I was racing forward again now. Pushing my mouth onto him again and again. Pushing in harder and faster and racing, trying to find that crest and crescendo.

And it was all nearly ****, driven by my own movement between my legs. Driven by me driving my fingers into myself again and again and feeling my own climax cresting up, pressing me up to a height that I barely even believed that I could possibly sustain.

But of course sustaining that height isn't the point.

The point is to tumble over the edge.

The point of it all is to fall.

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