For whatever reason, I trust him. I feel deep inside me he’ll never actually do anything to hurt me. And I can’t remember the last time where I didn’t think. Where I did something inexplicable.
Where I just went with it and had fun.
But that’s what this is with Oakley.
Fun.
And I really, really liked it and want to do it again.
And again.
FIFTEEN
OAKLEY
“Jesus, your ass is so fucking firm,” I say as I squeeze the hard globes of Travis’s ass as he straddles my lap on his couch.
When he let me into his apartment tonight, he didn’t let me get naked right away. Instead, he pulled me over to the couch, shoved me down, and climbed on my lap before attacking me with his lips.
I fucking loved it.
He says something totally unintelligible before he pushes his tongue in my mouth and thrusts forward, his hard cock dragging along mine through our jeans.
“We’re wearing way too many clothes,” I say, gripping his ass hard and panting against his mouth.
He nods, his nose dragging over mine as he kisses me softly. He’s hungry for it. I told myself I’d let him make the next move. That I wouldn’t push. But I couldn’t resist asking him if he was thinking about it today. Because that’s where my mind has been every second since I left his place the other day.
I needed to know we were both going through that torture, not just me. When I saw him flush with unmistakable heat, I knew he wanted this.
“What do you want this time, Travis?”
He pulls back slightly, his hands on my shoulders as he looks deep into my eyes, a flush creeping up his neck to his ears as he seems to think my question over.
I’m about to ask him again, but he finally opens that fucking pretty mouth to speak before I do. “I want to use my mouth on you.”
Holy. Shit. My entire mouth goes dry, and I desperately try to swallow to wet it, but it’s no use. “Okay,” I barely manage to choke out through my desert-like throat.
He doesn’t move though, just sits on my lap, his thighs straddling mine, our cocks hard and stuck in the confines of our jeans. “I’ve never . . .” He stops himself, but he doesn’t have to keep going for me to fill in what he was going to say.
He’s never given a blowjob before.
“Me neither.”
He’s not amused as he raises an annoyed brow and cocks his head to the side. “You’ve gotten head before.”
I shrug because yeah, I have. “Maybe.”
He nods repeatedly, like he already knew that, but he doesn’t feel good about it. “I don’t want to be compared to someone who knows what they’re doing. I haven’t done it before, and I know that’s pathetic, but . . .”
I don’t let him finish. Gripping his biceps, I pull his mouth to mine and shut him up with a fierce, hard kiss that he instantly responds to. He whimpers in my mouth, and I smile before slowly pulling away and looking into his eyes. “I’ve known you for a long damn time, Travis. Everything you try, you succeed at.”
He shakes his head instantly. “Not true.”
“You really think I’m going to critique you?”
He nibbles on his bottom lip, and I can feel his nerves. “I don’t know. I just don’t want to be compared to anyone else.”
I smile at that because that’s easy. “I can guarantee you, when your mouth is on my dick, I won’t be thinking about anyone or anything else. I’ll probably embarrass the fuck out of myself and come as soon as those lips wrap around my cock.”
I feel him shiver in my arms as my hands move from his biceps to his back. “I promise not to judge.” He grins at me in a sexy, confident way that has me leaning back in to kiss him.
He grasps my t-shirt and slides it up and off me, and I do the same with him. He drags his fingers over my pecs and my stomach, and I can’t get over the appreciation I see in his eyes for my body.
It’s hot as hell.
Trailing my hands over his muscled back and his sides, I feel his muscles rippling with each stroke. It’s crazy how right this feels. I’ve never been attracted to a man before, but it doesn’t feel wrong in the slightest. We fit together nicely.
His hard body feels so damn good smashed against mine. When he slides to the floor, perches on his knees, and reaches for the button on my jeans, my cock gives a hard jerk, trying to get free and to him.
I was right though. I’m pretty sure I’m going to embarrass myself. He looks up at me with unsure eyes, but they’re also filled with lust as he licks his lower lip and makes me groan.
“Don’t overthink it, Travis,” I barely manage to breathe, and he nods.
With shaky hands, he unbuttons my jeans and slowly lowers my zipper. I lift my ass so he can tug my boxer briefs and jeans down in one go, leaving them around my calves. He eyes my cock and licks his damn lips again.
“You’re going to kill me before you even touch me,” I complain, breathing heavily. I’ve had my fair share of head, but it’s never been like this. The anticipation remains just as hot when he moves closer to me and licks the tip with a quick swipe of his tongue.
My cock jerks, and my balls tighten, already begging for release.
I watch as he tastes the drop of precum and then does it again. And again. “Fuck,” I say as I settle back into the couch and try like hell not to come.
He takes more of me into his mouth, and my thighs start to shake with the amount of willpower it takes not to thrust into the warmth.
“Yes. Like that,” I say, threading my fingers through his soft hair.
He takes more, but when my cock hits the back of his throat, he gags, making my entire body tense with insane pleasure. White-hot heat floods my system, and I nearly come, then and there.
“Sorry,” he says, pulling off me and looking up at me with tears in his eyes from gagging on my dick.
“Don’t be.” I swipe at his tear. “That was so fucking hot.”
He searches my face, probably looking for any hint of dishonesty, but he must decide correctly that what I just said was no lie. I take his hand in one of mine and wrap it around the base of my dick.
“This will help.”
He nods slowly and then takes my direction like a champ, using his hand to stroke me slowly as he lowers his mouth down. He sucks hard, and that, coupled with the firm grip of his hand, has me moaning and tossing my head back.
“Yes. Like that,” I pant. He doesn’t slow down, using his mouth and hand on me like an expert already, using the perfect amount of suction and playing with his tongue on my tip, never letting my cock fully leave his mouth. “Travis, I’m close,” I warn.
I don’t want to surprise him with my release, but it’s coming down to the wire, and I can’t hold back much longer.
He doesn’t remove his warm mouth. He doubles down, sucking harder and stroking me faster, setting off a powerful orgasm. My hips jut forward as I shoot into the back of his throat.
I hear him gag as he struggles to swallow it all, and when I finally come back to consciousness after the epic orgasm, I see some of my cum has leaked out of his mouth and down his chin.
But that’s only a momentary distraction because I quickly notice his jeans are opened, shoved down, and he’s furiously jerking his flushed cock. “Come here,” I pant, pulling him back onto my lap.