I slid one hand under his shirt and scrapped his nipples while I circled his cock and jerked him off with the fingers of my other hand, and he groaned in pleasure and clamped down around me.
“That’s it. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”
“Always do. Love it when you fuck me. Can’t describe—” He bucked under me and groaned again.
“Then just let me hear it.”
And he did.
* * * *
Afterward, as I lay sprawled over his back, still buried inside him, and he panted to catch hisbreath, I whispered in his ear, “Happy birthday, baby.”
“Th-thanks, Theo. You…you’ve m-made this the best birthday I’ve had in years.”
“Welcome, babe.”
“S-suppose we put away the cake and go to bed?”
That sounded like an awesome idea, and I was just going to tell him so when the doorbell rang.
“Shit!” he muttered.
“I’ll…I’ll get it.” I pushed myself off him, but my legs folded under me, and I landed on the floor on my ass.