Overstimmed E7 | I pleasure him to make up for my bad attitude

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“Over here, Leon.” I heard Jonathan say as I rolled my luggage towards the cab line-up. I turned to see him waving at me next to a black limo. I pulled my luggage over to where he was standing and a chauffeur took the handle from my hand. 

“You got us a limo for Phoenix, Arizona?” I say. 

“Why not?” Jonathan shrugs. “It’s better. They have champagne in there.”

It was the first time I’ve ridden in a limo and it kind of felt like I was in a movie. Everything had a shine on the inside and it made me feel like I couldn’t touch anything. Now I know why Jonathan travels in a suit. Nothing like a limo to make you feel shitty about your comfy flying outfit.

“Here.” Jonathan hands me a glass of champagne. “Thanks for coming with me. I have to do this every year and it’s brain-numbingly boring.” 

“Uh huh,” I say as I take the glass from him. “How long is the expo again?”

“I’ll have to be there from 9-5 from Wednesday-Friday, but I’ll have some time to bring us around on the weekend. If you don’t like the limo, I could rent a car for us.”

“We could just take a bus.” I put the glass down without drinking from it. “Is this going to spill?” 

Jonathan pauses for a second before pressing a button that closes the partition between us and the driver. Then, he extends his hand to me with his palm facing up. 

“What’s wrong, Leon?”

I shake my head. “Nothing. I’m just not used to this.” I wave my hand around the air. 

“The VIP experience?” His perfect teeth flash at me. 

“Being snobby,” I replied. “This car costs more than my degree.”

Jonathan places his hand on my knee and squeezes. “Just enjoy it. It’s on me. If you don’t like it, I guess we could book the bus.”

“Take the bus,” I corrected him. Surely he’s taken the bus before. 

“I know.” He smiles at me. “Just relax. We’ll be there soon. You’ll love the hotel.”

After the driver opens the door for us and takes out our luggage. Bell boys come out of the hotel and take them from us. We got escorted to the elevator where we went up to our room.

“I always stay in this one. Best one in town,” Jonathan says as he hangs up his jacket by the door. The windows are huge in this room, as in they take up the entire wall from floor to ceiling. Speaking of the ceiling, it’s higher than the one at my family’s house. It’s the first time I’ve seen a hotel room with stairs. “Check out the balcony.”

We walked out to the balcony where a draft of warm dry hair blew past us. Jonathan wraps his arm around my shoulder and says, “It’s nice right?”

“It’s alright.” I’m stunned by the view of rocky mountains and the faint outline of cacti on the hills against the city’s lights. I couldn’t hide the fact that I was impressed no matter how hard I tried.

“You can stay in places like this whenever you want,” he squeezes me tighter. “As long as you’re with me.”

“And if I don’t want to?” I straighten my back and he lets go of me.

“Okay, what is your issue?” Jonathan furrows his eyebrows at me. “Do you want to stay in a motel or something?”

“And what if I do?” I snap back. 

“Then go ahead,” Jonathan says calmly with a shake of a head before walking forward to lean on the balcony rail. My ears burned because I was ready to fight, but him walking away took all the wind out of my sail. Swallowing my pride, I walk up behind him and hug him. 

“What did I even do wrong?” Jonathan asks quietly while looking forward.

“Nothing. My own personal issues.” I press my face on the back of his pressed dress shirt. I want to make it up to him, so I reach around to unbutton his shirt. 

“Seriously.” He holds my hands to stop me. “What just happened?”

“Forget about it. It’s just shit I have to deal with.” My fingers escape his grip and succeed in undoing another button. He’s not wearing an undershirt today so my fingers grazed his skin as I worked on the other buttons. 

Jonathan sighs and inhales deeply. “Okay. Restart. Do you want to see the bedroom?”

“I like the view here.” I give up on his shirt for the moment and undo his belt instead. Pulling down the zipper, I lower his pants down to his thighs. 

“Let’s go in,” he said nervously as I pulled down his briefs too. Surprisingly, he’s still completely soft despite his usual sensitivity. 

“Who do you think can see us? Some rich old man on his penthouse balcony?”

“A pervy rich old man.” Jonathan chuckles. “There’s a lot of them with binoculars.”

“Oh yeah?” I work from the bottom of his shirt, taking off the rest of his buttons quickly. I slide them off his wide shoulders and throw them behind us. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you soft before.” I flopped his flaccid cock up as I spoke.

“I might be a bit tired. Or the fact of some old pervy guy watching me is not doing it for me.” 

“How about this then?” I move both hands to his nipples and brush them with my thumbs. His back rose as he took in a deep inhale and I kissed his shoulder blade. 

“That might do it,” Jonathan whispers and looks down. I lift my head and peer over his shoulder to watch his dick stir. As I stroked his nipples, his dick began rising slowly, pulsing and ticking as it did its ascent. 

I put my right thumb on his lips and he sucks on it. His cock is thickening up fast and I start to make out the large veins that I’ve come to love on his shaft. Putting my wet thumb back on his nipple, I saw the process accelerate until his cock ticked to its fully erect position. 

“That’s really sexy.” I kissed his neck. “Have you ever taken another boy up here before?”

“Once,” he says with a shallow breath. “It didn’t work out though.”

“No?” I put my other thumb in his mouth and he sucks it quickly. I put it back on his nipple, spreading his saliva on his hardened tips 

“Oh fuck…” Jonathan looks down again and I follow his eyeline. His cock dribbles precum onto the balcony floor, blown off to the side a bit by the warm draft. Then he shivers in my arms. “Kinda chilly. Should I cum?”

“Did I say you should cum?” I move down to feel his abs and then thighs. Deciding that I should be nice since I was rude to him, I grip his steel-hard shaft. “You get 5 strokes since I was being a jerk.”

“That might be enough,” Jonathan pants. 

“1…” I use the precum on his head to spread on his shaft. 

“2…”

“3…” I place my free hand back on his nipple and feel him tense up.

“Can I?”

“4…Hold it for the last one.” I twiddle his nipple roughly. 

“5…”

I might never get used to the hard pulsing that his dick does when he cums. It feels like it’s fighting to get out of my hand with the way it bounces.

“Oh too much!” His hand grips my wrist as I accidentally get too close to his head. Feeling merciful, I let go of his cock and played with his nipples with both hands while we both watched his cock bounce wildly up and down. His cums lands on the railing and to my amusement, some of it falls off the building.

“How many times do you think you’re going to make me cum on this trip?”

I grab his shaft and the muscular man flinches under my grip. 

“Leon?!” I love the panic in his voice. 

“You’re lucky I feel bad about being mean right now.” I kiss his neck again.