Smash

His hand travels up your inner thigh. He stops inches away from your bulge and squeezes.

"I can't."

"You're getting everything. What else could you want?" He says to you.

A moment of silence passes. You feel his other hand stretch over and land on your cheek. The rough touch pulls you to face him while stroking you with his thumb.

"His jockstrap collection? The cheap boy toy he sneaks around with?" He jokes. "There's nothing left."

"What if I miss him? His body? His cock? I can't do it." You try to shake your head but his hold on your face is too strong.

The hand on your thigh moves again, this time stopping at your bulge.

"Are you gonna miss sharing his cheating dick when boys are shaking their asses in your face and you're getting plowed into?"

Simultaneously he rubs your face and crotch. He's trying to make you hard on purpose. You know it.

"No bu-" His hand on your face quickly covers your mouth.

"The only buts tonight are asses."

Afterward, he pulls his hand away from your face. You can't help but stare at his handsome face however his attentions turn elsewhere. Elsewhere in the area around your bulging dick.

Using both hands he unzips your pants. When that's done he grabs the top of your underwear and pulls them over your hardened dick, freeing it. One hand grips your cock, the other wanders further.

All you feel is his fingers journeying down your cock, across your balls, into your crack.

The point at which he stops is your hole, he presses it once like a button.

"You've told me what you want so many times. You're so close to getting it."

In one quick movement, he retreats both hands from your cock and hole. Then his presence beside you on the sofa disappears slowly. You look back to see him unbuttoning his shirt, and walking away.

"Go sign those papers. I'll be in my bedroom if you need more... moral support..."