Handjob

You reach out and grab hold of James's dick while he's about to turn on the water. He shudders, and you can feel him shake, even in his cock. "Fuck," he whispers.

"I'm not the first girl to touch your dick, am I?" you say. You're careful to not make it sound like you're teasing him.

"Yyyyes," he says, unable to look you in the eye. "You are."

"Oh," you say as the water starts spilling from the tap, still boiling hot from James's shower. "I guess I'll have to make it special then."

You know he won't last long. These boys never do, no matter how hot they are. You pump your hand up and down on his cock, back towards you. Your free hand reaches up and holds him by the back of his head, angling it down so that he's **** to look you in the eye. You've never done anything like this before; being dominant has never really been your thing. Still, this feels right. It feels good to dominate this hot guy, this guy you've known for years, your best friend Emily's little brother. You feel dirty and seductive and hot.

James is nearly silent, likely from a history of having to jerk himself off without being noticed. As your strokes increase in speed, you hear a small, quiet whining sound escaping his throat like wind through a bag. It slowly becomes a moan as you feel his dick twitch more and more.

You take a small step back, leaning lightly on the door of the shower, and angle the tip of James's dick toward your own stomach. On your tip-toes, you leave little kisses all along his collarbone. He jerks a little at your touch, but you keep your strokes constant, long and intense.

A grunt escapes his lips and you know that it's coming. His dick pulses in your hand. You bury your face in his chest, stroking him through the orgasm, and feel a hot wave splash against your pubic mound as the water washes over the both of you.