“Ungh,” I mumbled, riding the soaring wave as it broke. Rhone’s hand milked every, last, drop, until I was dry.
“Good boy.” He tilted my head to the side, capturing my lips with his.
For some time now, I’d been thinking about sucking Rhone. Giving him a blow job. I was terrified I’d be horrible at it having never done so. Every time Rhone has blown me, it’s been unbelievable. What an amazing feeling and one I’d like to reciprocate but don’t know how to go about asking.
“What’re you thinking so intently about?” Rhone asked.
“Oh, um nothing,” I lied, and not very well.
“Spill it, Ely.”
Maybe I could get the words out if we are not facing each other. “I’ve been, um, thinking—”
“Yeah, I got that much when you went silent. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Rhone prodded.
“There’s something I want to do but I’m afraid I won’t be any good at it,” I admitted.
“You’ll never be good at anything without practice. What is it you’d like to try?”
“To um— You know that thing you do to me, that I haven’t done yet. But I like it a real lot when you do—” And now I was babbling.
Chuckling, Rhone replied. “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”
“The um— you know when my— Well when you put your mouth there and suck me inside and—” Still not any better.
“Give you head?” he blurted out like it was a normal topic of conversation for us.
“Yeah, that one.”
“You want to blow me?” Rhone asked, well more like clarified.
“Yes.”
“Babe, I would love nothing more than to see those beautiful, pouty lips wrapped around my cock. But I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” Rhone said, I deflated. “Fuck, I have the hardest time saying no to you. Let me think for a minute.”
Think about whether he was gonna let me or???
“Okay, I have an idea. But you’re gonna need to lay still and let me do all the work.” He tilted my head to the side, the seriousness in the depth of his stare had me rooted in place. “Can you do that Ely?”
“I think so.”
Rhone stood, moving the stack of towels on the top of the tub. “Scoot back and lay your head on these.” Laying back, I stared up at him. I swear I could look at Rhone all day. It was like little floaty hearts hovered around his gorgeous mane. Rhone leaned down, when his lips met mine all else faded away. “Open your mouth. If at any time you want to stop push on my hips or say no. Whichever works. You say stop, we stop.” Whenever he said stuff like that to me, I started to worry then I would remember it was Rhone and knew he would never take advantage or hurt me. Hook-ups would never be for me, I needed the security of a relationship in order to let go with someone. Well, with Rhone and only with Rhone. I couldn’t see myself with another.
Rhone gripped his cock, outlining my lips with the tip of it. “I can tell you right now, my stamina will be shit watching my dick sliding in and out of your mouth. I’ll be lucky if I make it past the two-pump chump mark.” I didn’t know what that meant, but I let it go. This didn’t feel like one of those moments you could pause and ask newbie questions. Once the head of his cock slid between my lips, Rhone firmly placed both his hands on the edge of the tub for leverage. Slowly he slid inside, I choked when he hit the back of my throat the first time. My eyes watered and he pulled back. “Sorry babe. Relax your throat.” I wasn’t sure how to do that exactly, but I tried. It was weird, having this body part in my mouth but at the same time it was oddly arousing which had me hard again. The feel of the protruding vein, my tongue gliding along it, elicited a sharp hiss from Rhone. This act, left me in control right now, at least that’s how I felt. This was something I could get used to.
I have to say, this was an interesting position Rhone came up with. Basically, he was doing pushups, hovering over me as his dick slid in and out of my mouth. The urge to grab his butt, pull him deeper was one I fought off. Not being skilled enough to take him all the way yet but was definitely something I planned to work on. Practice. There’s no denying how hot this was. Me, naked in the tub beneath him while he used my mouth to get off. He’d speed up, moan, slow down then repeat the process all over again. Pulling back so just the tip was inside, resting it against my lips staring down at it. Wanton, lust filled eyes held me in place. His red face staring at me with such ferocity, pupils blown and beyond sexy. God how I loved this man.
“Ely,” Rhone whispered as he tried to go deeper, this time I didn’t gag, filling me with a sense of pride. My tongue dipping and swirling along his shaft, brought forth some new sounds I had not heard from Rhone before. Sweet, sensual sounds I wanted more of. “Babe, do you want me to pull out?” When he started to pull back, I clamped my lips around his shaft, sucking him deeper. His cock twitched, I braced myself for what was about to happen. Would I gag? Would I spit it out? Oh no, what if I vomited? I’d not so much as finished that thought when Rhone said, “Fuck,” and I felt the warm spurts hit the back of my throat. He pumped his shaft in and out a couple of times, riding the waves of his orgasm before withdrawing, sinking back on his haunches. “That was—”
With bated breath, I waited. Would it be praise or condemnation?
“Babe,” he said, running his thumb along the corner of my mouth then sucking on it. Did he just taste his own come? I shivered at the thought, surprised I found it…hot. “That was awesome. My arms are like noodles,” Rhone said, shaking them for effect.
Ely and I had been keeping the sleepovers to weekends only. During the week, he was busy with school and work and I was at practice for long, grueling hours in preparation for the upcoming concerts. I missed his warm body beside me at night, but we’d get there. Without a doubt, I knew someday soon we would be sharing a bed permanently. What Ely didn’t know was that band practice was taking longer because the guys were helping me out with his Christmas present. Well, one of them. I couldn’t wait to give it to him. Or maybe I could? Shit, this might go down in flames.
Ely told me Jordan and Leo both wanted to come to the shows. I made sure Easton left backstage passes for them at will call. As soon as they checked in, security had been directed to alert Sikes and Snipe so they escort them back. Mom was driving separately with my grandma, and my uncle and his family took their own vehicle as well. There weren’t any after parties scheduled since these shows were somewhat impromptu, but we opted to stay around and sign autographs for an hour after each one. It was the least we could do, and Ely would be here with me then coming back to my place afterwards.
“Ely,” I heard Easton say. “It’s so nice to see you. How are you feeling?” I’d just come from behind my kit, double checking everything was in place.
“I’m doing great, thank you again for everything,” Ely told him.
“No need to thank me, but I do want to sit down and talk with you after the holidays. I have a business proposition for you,” Easton said.
“Oh wow, okay. Let me give you my number.” While they exchanged digits, I held back for a minute letting them finish. If that was what I think it is, I was over the top excited but this was a decision for Ely— and Ely alone— to make.