He shudders, fists scrunching up the bedspread on either side of him. “Told you it was.” He somehow makes those words sound like a plea. Fuck, how is he so hot?
“You said you’ve never kissed a guy,” I say. I shrug, wondering why the next bit makes me feel a little embarrassed. I grin lasciviously up at him to hide it. “You can do a lot of stuff with a guy and not kiss him.”
“No, nothing. Just you.”
That shouldn’t make me feel so triumphantly pleased. It’s not like being his first guy gives me any claim over him. If anything, the pressure should probably have me running scared. But right now, all I can feel is super fucking turned on.
I lower my lips to the tip of his cock and look up at him again from under my eyelashes, the curve of my smile brushing over the sensitive skin. I let my tongue dart out to lick over the slit, then flick it back and forth over the curve of his head. “How’s it compare? You like having a guy’s mouth on you?”
A quick nod. The muscles in his jaw clench, as if he’s trying to hold something back. An actual out-loud plea?
“Use your words, Bennie.”
He sucks in a sharp breath. “I like it. Love it. Love how hot your mouth is on me. Love watching those large hands of yours—fuck.” His cock twitches in my hand, and I have to tighten my grip to keep him from coming, which is sexy as hell.
“Damn, your cock really wants my mouth, doesn’t it?” And my mouth really wants his cock, too. Keeping my grip firm, I take him back in, a slow, torturous slide this time. I want him to really enjoy it, feeling each and every millimeter as I push myself all the way down onto his dick again.
The gasps and pants and moans he makes as my mouth continues on its journey are music to my ears. And then…
“Jake. God. Your mouth is a dream.” Said just as my descent ends with my lips brushing his trimmed pubes and I begin to swallow around his cock again. Choked out with so much awe, like he really thinks he’s hallucinating this right now.
His words give me a rush, and I grip his thighs and begin to fuck my own face with his dick, closing my eyes and losing myself to the sensation of a good, hard cock stretching my throat, that deep glide of skin against sensitive skin taking me higher than any of the drugs I ever experimented with as a teenager.
“Jake,” he says, a warning in his tone. “Off?’
I give a short shake of my head, which only seems to push him closer to the edge, and press forward again, groaning around his cock as his body tenses all over. I can feel the hot cum splashing against the back of my throat, but I can’t taste it yet. He’s still too deep.
“Oh, god,” he moans. “Jake.”
I really don’t understand how he manages to make the one syllable of my name sound so damn sexy, but it takes all of my willpower not to come in my pants at the way he says it. I pull off his softening length, giving the glistening head another wet kiss, licking over the top to chase the flavor of his cum.
“Damn, I’ve got to do that again.”
“What?”
“Suck your dick. I didn’t get to taste it because it was so far down my throat.”
His eyes flash with momentary heat again, though curiosity overwhelms it fairly quickly. “Is that something you like?”
I shrug, pushing myself up off the ground to unbuckle my jeans and let my cock breathe. “When I know the guy is safe and the mood’s right, yeah. When it’s the right person, it’s fucking hot.”
“Huh,” says Bennett, eyes focused on the bulge in my underwear. “You’re still hard.”
I laugh. “No shit, Captain Obvious. Having your dick in my mouth was not exactly a downer.” I try to spot any hint of hesitation in his gaze, and although he looks more nervous now that his brain’s not being overrun by his dick, he doesn’t look uncomfortable or—heaven forbid—regretful. I run my hand over my straining cock, enjoying the slither of pleasure at the light touch. “Okay if I unleash this thing?”
Now he’s the one who laughs, some of the nerves bleeding away. “You make it sound like a monster.”
“Who says it’s not?” I’m going to keep the bravado coming for as long as it’ll keep him laughing like that.
His lips quirk in amusement. “Okay, show me what you’ve got.”
“Or you could do it. I swear to Santa he doesn’t bite.”
That earns me another laugh, but his eyes darken, glittering as he bites his bottom lip in concentration—fuck, so cute—and reaches out with both hands. His fingers on my skin are warm, pressing into my hipbones as he hooks them under the waistband of my underwear to slide them down. My cock pops free, the cool air hitting my skin a welcome relief after too long in confinement.
He lets out a long exhale, during which I wonder if maybe this is too much dick for him after all? But no, there’s no denying the heat in his expression. “I’ve watched so many videos and wondered what it’d be like to be in this exact situation,” he says slowly.
“What situation, exactly?”
He inclines his head. “Sucking another man off.” He says it like it’s the most obvious answer in the world, but I didn’t expect it. He’s still holding onto my underwear, and he gives it a tug to bring me closer, until his face is hovering right where it was last time I was on my feet. Except now there are absolutely no layers of fabric between us. Just his hot breath fanning over my cock.
“Jesus. You planning to suck me off?”
He hesitates. “Is that okay? I won’t be very good at it.”
“It’s a mouth on a dick, Bennett. And I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this, but you have a fucking hot mouth.”
That little half-smile again. “No one’s ever told me that.”
“Clearly everyone else is blind or stupid. Which means I should get a reward for being not blind or stupid.”
“You should.” He lets the underwear go and cups his palms over my ass, which makes my cock twitch mid-air, getting a surprised chuckle out of him. “You’re nice. I mean, really nice.” The way his eyes are zoned in on my cock gives me the impression he’s not talking about my lovely manners.
“And you’re pretty.” I reach down, narrowly avoiding whacking my own dick, and rub my thumb over his lower lip. I don’t expect him to tilt his head to take my thumb into his mouth and give an experimental suck. “And such a fucking tease.”
“Is that what I am?” he asks when he releases my thumb, tipping his head up to meet my eyes with a challenging stare. “Don’t think it’s teasing if you plan to put out.”
Before I can answer, he leans forward and delicately licks the bead of precum welling at the tip of my cock off. Fuck, I wasn’t expecting that. I don’t expect him to open wide and draw the head into his mouth, sucking on it like he can’t get enough of the taste, either. Then more licks over the top, along the shaft. Fuck.
“Nope. Still a tease,” I grind out. I put my hands on his shoulders for support, because suddenly it’s difficult to stand on my own. “It’s called sucking cock for a reason, and that reason is something you’re not doing.”
The huff of laughter coming out of his mouth coasts across my sensitive skin, making the hairs on my arms stand up. I hiss, body swaying forward, hoping for more contact. “Okay, okay. I’m just a little...” He sighs, which is about as bad as that laugh was. “I don’t want to fuck up. I’m a bit of a perfectionist. Will you promise to tell me if I’m doing anything wrong?”