Instead, I obediently lapped the firm skin under my hand. With every stroke of my tongue, I drew a rough, panting breath from Rusty’s belly. His thighs trembled as one hand came to rest on top of my head.
“That’s it,” Rusty whispered. “Yes, Tom.”
“Your dick is gorgeous,” I breathed out. Not that I had a lot to compare it to besides my own… but in my eyes, every part of Rusty was perfect.
Finally, my tongue reached the swollen head, so pink and sensitive. I ran the tip of my tongue around the groove and over the slit, relishing the faint salt and clean taste.
Then I closed my mouth around the tip, sucking my cheeks in around it.
Rusty grunted sharply. “Yes!” The gorgeous redhead whimpered for breath, ecstasy written over his features. He was so sensitive, and I was fascinated by it.
And almost overwhelmed with the tides of desire that flooded me at every sound, every word of encouragement, every hungry gaze Rusty aimed at me.
The head of his cock rested perfectly on my tongue, but I wasn’t satisfied with that. I pushed my mouth down around his shaft, enveloping him and fitting my mouth and tongue around him.
“Your mouth feels incredible,” Rusty whispered. His nails dragged through my hair, combing it back across my sodden scalp. “You’re a natural.”
Phew, I thought. Now I just have to learn how to deep-throat and I’m set.
I didn’t dare to try it just yet. Rusty was already big and hard inside my mouth, and I couldn’t even fit all of him in yet. At least my teeth weren’t as much of a problem as I’d feared.
Rusty’s noises of pleasure taught me faster than words what he liked.
I found a rhythm before long, bobbing my head fast and hard with the eagerness I couldn’t quite hold back now. I knew I’d bring him along quickly, but I was hungry—starved—for the taste of him.
I wanted Rusty’s cum, thick and hot, on my tongue.
“Tom,” Rusty groaned. “Yes, like that. Oh, fuck. Keep that up and you’re gonna… get a surprise soon,” his words stumbled as a shudder coursed through his body.
Yes! I redoubled my pace, eager and hungry for his cock buried in my mouth. My own length was thick and hard between my legs, pulsing with excitement.
But when I reached down to stroke myself, Rusty’s gasps stopped for a moment. “N-No.”
I pulled back in a hurry, my heart leaping to my throat. Had I done something wrong? Scraped him with my teeth? I anxiously gazed up at him, ready to learn and do better. “What?”
Rusty groaned. “Oh, God. Don’t stop. I just meant—don’t jerk off. It’s your turn next.”
It was? Oh, that just made me burn with need. As hard as it was to let go, as much as my body throbbed with desire, I managed it. I nodded jerkily, sliding my lips around his shaft once more to get back to work.
“You’re so fucking hot.” Rusty leaned against the wall, his head rolling back against the tiles as he squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m so close, baby. So close it hurts…”
I could feel him swelling in my mouth, achingly hard. I ran my fingers gently around the soft sac under his shaft, and a cry tore from Rusty’s throat. His hips jerked forward.
“I can’t—yes!”
Pushed over the edge, Rusty’s words died on his lips and instead he just gasped, rough and hard, for breath. He thrust into my mouth, one hand cupping the back of my head as I held still. I loved tempting this rough, needy side of him out.
With one last whimper, Rusty’s body froze in the most beautiful arch, and then he came. The hot, thick load that squirted across my tongue made me almost choke, but I gulped hard and his load slipped down my throat.
I was goddamned proud of myself. I’d just sucked him off, left him breathless and wordless.
I let my suction go and just lapped at the slit, letting the last few drops smear across my lips before the water from the shower head rinsed my face clean again.
“Fuck, Tom,” Rusty mumbled, his voice strangled as he clutched my shoulders. “Oh my God, you have no idea. Christ…”
Oh, no, honey, I thought. You have no idea. I’d been waiting so long to experience this moment—bringing a man, a lover, pleasure like this. I’d daydreamed about it, but nothing compared to the reality of being on my knees in front of Rusty, his pleasure very literally in my hands.
He’d given himself over to me, and I was overjoyed to be able to reward his faith and trust. I felt pure, light at heart. Right. Like I was finally the man I was meant to be.
I was so overcome with the significance of the moment that my eyes were wet, but I could pretend it was the shower. I stumbled to my feet, shimmying out of the stream of the water. “Not bad for a first-timer?”
“Fucking incredible,” Rusty mumbled. He pressed his mouth to mine without thought for what I’d just been doing—or else he liked it, which made me burn with a naughty kind of pleasure.
I kissed him deeply, sucking on his lips one at a time. After I let go of his top lip, Rusty pulled back and drew a breath, then slithered to the shower floor in one easy move.
“Oh,” I whispered, staring at him. I hadn’t expected him to start right away—but now that I could focus on my own need, I was aching.
I couldn’t stop staring at the redhead on his knees, still flushed with pleasure, his beautiful face tilted up toward me. Especially when those slender fingers curled around my sensitive shaft, and his beautiful lips came to rest on the end of it.
Like he was seeking permission.
“Please,” I breathed out, my voice rough and low. He had no idea how hard it was to hold back—not to just fuck his beautiful mouth. Instinct alone told me what to do.
But I didn’t. I held back, trembling on the spot.
“Show me how you like it,” Rusty whispered. He dragged his tongue in a slow circle around my head, doing something that I couldn’t identify, but sent a pulse of fiery pleasure through my whole body.
I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Rusty,” I managed, my voice thick.
He rested the backs of four fingers against the underside of my shaft, resting the tip on his bottom lip. Then he closed his lips around my tip, the suction blowing my mind—and self-restraint—out of the water.
Yes, was all my brain could think to summon up. Yes, yes, God, yes! With his encouragement, I thrust into the hot, wet, tight space of his mouth.
Rusty kept egging me on, squeezing my ass and slapping my thighs as if to taunt me to go further and do more to him. To use his mouth for my pleasure.
My hips found the right pace—hard and fast. My grunts and moans echoed in my own ears, turning me on just as much as the wet sounds of my cock sliding into his mouth.
Fire built in my belly, my heavy balls drawing tight with need. With every thrust, I had to work harder to hold back and give this ecstasy a chance to flood the rest of me.
But I was impatient. Just as hungry for my own release as I had been for Rusty’s, egged on by his tongue dancing around my shaft every time I slowed my pace, I pumped into him hard and fast.
Rusty’s soft whimpers led me to another place—my bedroom, with his mouth against mine, and his tight hole squeezing around my shaft.
“Yes! Oh, God, Rusty. I want to be inside you,” I groaned.