Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,24

from the rocking motion. I was so aroused to the point of being worried I might actually come in my pants, and then I felt the palm of his hand slide over my jeans and the hard mound of my cock. I sucked in a sharp breath because no dude had ever touched me like that. My brain and body were saying two completely different things. It was like the left side of my brain was questioning why a guy was touching me, while the right side was telling the left side to shut the fuck up and enjoy these incredible, new sensations.

“I’m so close to coming,” Dallas huffed out. His hot breath bathed my face. “Do you trust me to take care of us?”

Trust him? I had no choice at the moment and no freaking idea what he had in mind, but if the result was an orgasm, I was down for it. My need to come was second on my priority list—right after breathing.

Remember to breathe.

Find my release.

Exactly in that order.

And this needed to happen now. How un-rockstar-like would it be to blow a load in my pants? Isn’t that why groupies were invented, so that very thing wouldn’t happen?

I felt a tug on the button of my jeans and then the zipper being drawn down. Cool air hit my skin, and I sucked in a ragged breath. Dallas worked on his pants, and when I looked between us, I noticed that he’d freed his cock and was pulling off a stroke on his thick girth; then, he squeezed the broad head before his tight fist sank to the root all over again.

It was kind of a what-the-fuck moment for me where I found myself staring at another dude’s aroused junk. A second later, when I realized how turned on I was by watching him touch himself and my brain registered how much I wanted him to touch me, that added another layer of what-the-fuck to my growing list. I squirmed beneath where he was still perched on my upper thighs and tried to reach for my dick through the open flaps of my jeans. He beat me to it, and I hissed when his hand slipped inside my pants.

“Oh, fuck.” I sighed.

“You okay with this?” Dallas asked.

“Yeah, I need to get off,” I admitted.

“Me too,” he said. “I’ll do it for both of us.”

Dallas’s fingers wrapped around my shaft, and I almost came from that simple touch. He pushed the front of my boxer briefs down to rest the elastic waistband under my balls, and my cock bobbed out into the cool night air. He adjusted his underwear the same way and then did the incredible when he wrapped his hand around both of our cocks at the same time to press us together. The heat of him smashed against my foreskin was an overload of sensation, and my hand grabbed for the back of his neck as if it’d keep me from floating away

“Oh my god!” I groaned and lifted my hips up closer to his fist.

“Still cool?” Dallas asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said and nodded at Dallas for added emphasis. Truth be told, I needed to figure out a way to shut off my brain. If I allowed myself to overthink this, I’d lose my erection and go home with blue balls. I didn’t want to stop. His touch felt fucking amazing, and I didn’t want to analyze why there could even remotely be anything wrong with what we were doing here. Turns out his skills at jerking off were just as good as his skills at kissing. Or maybe it was the chemistry we had together that made this all feel so goddamn … heightened. Either way, I was loving everything about this.

And there you go overthinking something you said you wouldn’t.

His lips were back on mine, and I boldly sucked his tongue into my mouth, and he moaned. The sound vibrated into my throat and something inside me clicked into place. The fine hairs on my arms stood on end, and a wave of something extraordinary skittered over my skin.

I squeezed Dallas’s hand that was stroking both of our cocks. “Go faster,” I said in hitched breaths.

Dallas tightened his fist and sped up stroking us. Jesus, this felt so damn good. I latched on to the back of his neck and pulled him down for another hungry kiss. I tried to spread my legs wider, but my pants and Dallas’s thighs restricted my