Wow. Just wow.
This was good. Maybe too good.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and watched him in action. And I had to give Rich credit…he knew how to give a blowjob.
He’d pushed my hand away and took over almost immediately, stroking me as he bobbed his head, humming like a happy worker bee. He’d most certainly been with more than a couple of other men. He was simply too skilled to be a novice. Which I supposed meant he was more likely in the closet than a straight man testing out a curious bi side.
Not that it mattered to me. I was perfectly content to let him explore all over me. Although I was hoping to have a chance to touch him too.
I thought he’d read my mind when he released me with a pop and stood, raining kisses on my torso before crashing his mouth over mine again. His hands roved my back and landed on my ass. He kneaded my cheeks, pulling them apart as he broke the kiss.
“Bed. On your knees.”
I turned to the king-sized platform bed, pausing to check out my surroundings. There wasn’t much to look at. The room was small and plain with high ceilings. Other than the bed and two nightstands, there was no furniture and no photos on the walls. I spied a laundry basket in the corner and behind it, a few large sticks with nets on the ends. Lacrosse things…maybe?
While he riffled through the nightstand drawer for a condom and lube, I took a moment to inspect the white sheets. I was pleased to report that they were freshly laundered—crisp and clean with a faint scent of fabric softener. I sniffed in approval, noting the navy duvet neatly folded at the end of the mattress. Very nice, I mused, jolting when he rubbed a slick digit along my crease.
I spun to face him, shamelessly admiring his cock standing proudly at attention. He was big and thick and neatly manscaped. I licked my lips and was about to dive south when I remembered something.
“Halt! I have questions.”
He grinned. “You may proceed.”
“As I’m sure you’re aware, all lube and latex are not created equally. Organic and unflavored is best. And are those condoms ribbed?” I asked, pushing my glasses to the bridge of my nose.
“I don’t like ribbed condoms. They feel funny and…how’s this lube?” He held the small bottle up for my inspection.
“That’s good.”
“Cool. Can we continue?” He kissed my jaw, then my neck, dropping the lube on the mattress again.
Suddenly, his hands were everywhere—in my hair, grazing my nipples, raking my sides—while he tongue-fucked me with long, probing strokes. He reminded me of a man feasting after an imposed hunger strike. He was greedy and consumed with desire. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know me. I stood for something he’d denied himself, and he wanted everything I had to offer.
And yes, I was perfectly happy to volunteer my services, but I wanted something too.
I broke the kiss with a gasp and held my hand up. “Wait.”
He blinked as if coming out of a daze. “More questions?”
“No, I just…I want to touch you.” I trailed my fingers down his chest, then swayed against him, rubbing my aching cock alongside his. “May I?”
His Adam’s apple convulsed theatrically. “Yeah. Anything you want.”
I wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked him as I bent to lick his collarbone, scraping my end-of-day scruff on his pecs before sucking his nipples. I arched my back as I crouched lower, loving the sound of his blissed-out sighs above me. I went lower still, breathing him in, then sucking him to the root in one fell swoop.
Interesting fact about me…I loved every aspect of sex, but I was especially proficient at the art of fellatio. I’d actively honed my technique since giving my first BJ behind the biology lab my freshman year of high school. Yes, I’d started young, but I was a curious scientist. Sex was a normal, very natural part of life, across all species. The only way to learn was to do. So I did. As often as possible.
Practice paid off. At least Rich seemed happy. He held my face and rocked his hips…just slightly at first. When I dug my nails into his ass cheeks, he took the hint and upped the tempo, fucking my mouth with a bit more urgency until I pulled off to gulp some much-needed oxygen.
“I’m ready. But it’s been a while for me, so—”
“Don’t worry. I know what to do.” He rolled on the condom and reached for the lube. “On your back.”
I obeyed, spreading my legs open. “I thought you wanted me on my knees.”
“I changed my mind. I want to look at you. Go on. Touch yourself,” he commanded in a gravelly tone as he slipped a finger inside me. “That’s it. So fucking hot.”