His sex-glazed look gave me permission to do whatever the fuck I wanted. But I asked him anyway…’cause I was nice like that.
“You gonna suck me for old times’ sake? I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock,” I taunted in a raspy voice as I slipped my fingers under the elastic of his boxer briefs and lowered the fabric.
“Fuck, mmm.”
Dec squeezed his eyes and shivered when I gripped his shaft, curling my fingers slowly in a sly attempt to reacquaint myself with his dick. It had been way too long. I pumped the silky-smooth flesh and whispered dirty sweet nothings that sounded like quotes from a raunchy porn script. The foreplay part where the actors praise each other’s manhood and promise to wring every ounce of cum from their partners’ balls. Real sweet. He loved it. The nastier, the better.
I kept up my monologue, stroking his length, twisting my wrist at the base, then swiping my thumb over the precum at the tip. When I got tired of the sound of my voice, I thrust my tongue into his mouth and upped the tempo. His low groans of approval echoed in the small enclosure. The husky sound went straight to my poor imprisoned dick, straining against my zipper in a hopeful quest to get in on the action.
I released him for a moment to deal with my jeans and boxers, shoving them over my ass before flattening my body over Dec’s. For the first time in years, we were skin to skin, cock to cock…and fuck me, it felt so good I could have wept.
His breath hitched in surprise. I wrapped my hands around both of us, rolling my hips and working us over in long, languid strokes. Dec rested his forehead on my shoulder and enjoyed the ride, humming as he rocked into my firm grip. When his breathing sped up, I let go, chuckling at his indignant expression. I made it up to him a moment later.
I sucked two fingers, then reached behind him to trace his crack with my left hand while I jacked him with my free hand. He writhed into my touch as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted more. The second I found his hole, the decision was made. He pushed his ass back and whimpered with need.
“You want my finger? Say it,” I commanded, massaging the sensitive skin around his opening with a featherlight touch.
“Just fucking do it.”
He gasped when I immediately pushed a single digit inside. I ravaged his mouth while I finger-fucked him and stroked his cock. The angle wasn’t ideal, but I excelled at finding rhythm in unlikely places. Dec chanted a steady stream of “Oh, my God” and “Fuck, yeah” as I surrounded him and took him over. I owned him, and I fucking loved it. And damn, I wanted nothing more than to make him come.
So I added a second finger as I licked his neck and whispered, “You’re gonna beg me for my cock next time, Dec. Fucking beg me. But now you’re gonna come. Do it. Come for me.”
He did.
In fact, he fell apart spectacularly. He buried his face in my shoulder and trembled as his orgasm ripped through his body, shooting cum over my fist and on his T-shirt.
I eased my fingers from his ass and flopped against the wall beside him, so I didn’t fall over when I finished myself off. I was teetering near the edge anyway. This wouldn’t take long.
I gave Dec a lecherous glance and licked my palm. He was too strung out to respond, but I knew I had his attention. His eyelids flickered as he raked his teeth over his swollen bottom lip. He watched me tug my dick before peeling himself off the wall to kneel at my feet.
Dec closed his hand over mine and looked up. “My turn.”
“Use your teeth, and I will end you,” I threatened.
He snorted. “You’re priceless. Trust me, T. I know what I’m doing.”
I tapped my cock on his bottom lip, wordlessly telling him to prove it. And fuck me…he did.
Declan twirled his tongue around the crown, sucking it noisily, then licking my length to the root. He repeated the motion a couple of times, making sure to fondle my nuts, effectively transferring any remaining brain cells to my cock and balls in a matter of seconds. It still wasn’t enough. I grabbed a handful of his rock-star long locks and held his head.
“Suck me like you mean it,” I growled.
He shuddered and released a blissed-out moan before swallowing me whole. Oh…that was more like it. I softened my grip, but I didn’t release him. He liked it. Maybe even craved having my fingers tangled in his hair as I guided him over my dick.
Let’s be real, I might have been the one on the receiving end of a freaking awesome blowjob, but Dec effortlessly communicated how he wanted me to play my part. And I might hate how easily I fell for his bossy BS, but seriously…my jeans were around my ankles and my cock had a heartbeat of its own. So when the guy sucking me to oblivion encouraged me to let go, I went for it.