And not for just any guy. I’m all in for him.
Roderick slows his movements, teasing me, watching me with wide, curious eyes as I respond to each new thing that he does. He’s not hesitant. I can tell he’s just enjoying putting on a show.
I drop my hand beneath his chin, cupping his face. Slowly, I trace my thumb over his top lip, where it stretches around my cock. He closes his eyes and lets out a little moan that I can feel all the way through my groin. Then he takes a deep breath and gives a firm, measured suck, and another and another.
Before long, he’s found a rhythm that I can’t resist. My breath comes in shocked gasps. I am not used to getting what I want even when I manage to ask for it, so it’s pretty overwhelming when it finally happens.
I can’t hold still. I have to thrust my hips, pushing myself into Roderick’s willing mouth. And I may or may not be making loud, desperate sounds as he takes me deeply again and again. It’s too much, and it’s going to be over too fast. I’ll lose him again. I’m sure of it.
Somehow I find the will to catch his perfect face in my hand. “Wait,” I rasp. “I need to touch you.” If tonight is all I get, I need to make it last.
He pops off me, his lips red and swollen, his eyes flashing. I tug him to his feet and then kiss him again, because I can’t help myself.
Clumsy with lust, and unwilling to break our kiss, I begin to guide him toward the living room. The fire I’d made in the fireplace is down to orange coals. It provides just enough light to steer Roderick around the sofa and onto the rug.
I give him a little shove, hoping he takes my hint.
By some miracle, he lowers his body down to the rug, then looks up at me with big eyes. For a moment, I could swear that he’s about to come to his senses and bolt. But that’s not what happens. He lifts his shirt over his head, showing me that tight chest that makes me so thirsty, with its trail of dark hair leading south into his jeans. “I like the way you think,” he says.
I kneel down and practically pounce, popping the button on his jeans, then unzipping him.
He seems completely in control as he lifts his hips to let me tug the jeans down. Like getting naked in the living room is no big deal. Maybe it isn’t for him.
It sure is for me. I can’t stop staring at his golden body in the firelight, where shadows play over his lean, muscular thighs. I reach out and run a hand down his quadriceps, admiring the scrape of hair against my palm. This time I’m sober. This time I plan to remember every little thing about touching him.
He doesn’t make me wait, either. He kicks off his shoes and socks until there’s nothing left but miles of skin and a jutting erection. It’s the only part of him that isn’t smaller than me.
“Damn,” I whisper at the florid sight of him. I want to reach out and stroke him.
“Do it,” he whispers, reading my thoughts.
I’ve come this far, right? So there’s no point in being shy. I lean down, bumping my forehead against his taut stomach before I give his shaft a slow lick.
“Fuck. Yeah. Jesus,” he breathes. “More.”
I open my mouth, slowly sliding the hard knob of his cockhead between my lips, until he lands heavily on my tongue. This is really happening. I grasp the base of his cock in one hand and caress his thigh with my other one.
Roderick’s moan makes me bold. I lean in and take him in a little farther, playing with the depth and the suction.
My vivid fantasies, I discover, only got some of the details right. His skin is as hot and smooth as I’d imagined. The fullness of his cock in my mouth feels divine. And Roderick’s moan of happiness is just as loud as I’d hoped.
But I’m not very good at this. It’s hard to take him deeply into my mouth and still breathe.
“Easy,” he says, laying a hand in my hair as I manage to choke myself. “It’s not a race. Take a break if you need it.”
But I don’t want a break. I’ve wasted so much time already. Years and years. What’s more, I recognize the danger of stopping just long enough to let everybody overthink this. Roderick might suddenly remember why he doesn’t want to get involved with me.
I relax my throat and adjust my angle. And that works better for me. Bracing my forearm on the rug, I take him as deeply as I dare.
“Oh God. You’re a quick study,” he gasps, stroking my hair. “Fuuuuuck.” His hips writhe happily, and my chest swells with pride. “Why aren’t you naked right now?” he pants.
Good question. I pop off him and hastily unbutton my shirt. A fleeting concern about stripping in the living room flashes through me. Someone might see. But the orange glow from the fireplace is barely bright enough to show me Roderick’s golden body stretched out like a Renaissance painting. And what a sight it is—especially the sheen of his wet cock where I’ve been sucking him. Just the view makes me want to come.
I shuck off my pants and underwear in a big hurry. Getting naked in the middle of the room feels more bold and adventurous than sleazy.
“That’s more like it,” he says as I shed the last of my clothes. “God, you’re so hot it melts my brain.”
Usually, compliments embarrass me. But he punctuates this sentence by rolling toward me, his tongue finding my cock with an accuracy that makes me gasp. His gorgeous mouth takes me in. All I can do is lean back on the rug and breathe through my excitement.
But then I get greedy. I want even more. So I curl toward him, maneuvering so we’re both lying on our sides, sixty-nine style. I grasp his hip and tug until his erection enters my mouth.
He hums in response, and I can feel it on my cock.
It’s almost too much to handle—the double pleasure of sucking and being sucked. And as if that weren’t enough, his hands slide between my legs, stroking my balls, teasing the crack of my ass.
Meanwhile, my mouth is stuffed full of him, and I like the feeling more than I would have ever guessed. Everything about this moment is a revelation.
Roderick shifts his hips and groans, and a drop of briny desire hits my tongue. For some reason, this makes me impossibly horny. I can barely concentrate as he licks and sucks and worships me with his tongue. The blowjob I’m giving gets even sloppier, as I grow ever more desperate for my own release.
“Look out,” Roderick suddenly slurs around my dick.
I back off on command. And the moment I do, he moans happily and comes all over my hand and my chest.
And that’s all it takes for me, too. I let out a startled gasp and immediately unload several weeks’ worth of sexual tension into his perfect mouth. I feel him swallow, and then he moans again.
Sexiest. Sound. Ever.
“Damn,” I whisper, my head rolling onto his thigh. “Sorry.”
He’s breathing hard, too. “Holy hell. I can’t unclench my toes.” His head thunks onto the floor. We’ve rolled halfway off the rug. “Wow.”
Breathing hard, I try to get some more air into my lungs. I don’t really want to come down from this high, but I guess it’s inevitable. Roderick rolls out from under me, disengaging. He picks himself up off the floor and pads out of the room without a word.
Resting my head on the rug, I stare up at the ceiling. I’m covered in jizz, and I’m unsettled. Is that it? He’s just gone? It makes me wonder if I did something wrong. Is he pissed off that I didn’t have time to warn him before I—