As he set up the board between us on the couch, he asked, “So, how’s this going to work?”
“Let’s keep it simple. Any time your opponent scores twenty-five points or more on their turn, you remove an article of clothing. First one naked loses.”
“Works for me.”
After the game was set up and we had our pieces, Lucky took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the couch, facing me. “That’s a bold move,” I pointed out. “It means it’ll only take five good turns to get you naked.”
“Let’s just see what happens. Draw to go first.”
I ended up winning the draw and scoring twenty-six points on my opening move. Lucky chuckled and said, “This doesn’t bode well.”
He stripped off his T-shirt, and as I stared at his bare chest and broad shoulders, I muttered, “I’ve made a grave error.” Holy crap, his body was perfection. He’d also revealed an attractive black ink tattoo that began on his right pec and wrapped onto his shoulder and upper arm. A silhouette of Cuba, motorcycle gears, and some tropical leaves and flowers were artfully grouped together into a composition that flattered his muscular build.
“In what way?”
I was still staring, and it took me a moment to process what he’d just asked me. “I didn’t realize. I should have, but I didn’t. How did I think I was going to keep playing this game when you just—my god, you’re sexy. I think my brain just shorted out.” Was I even forming coherent sentences?
He chuckled at that, but when I met his gaze, something sparked between us. In the next instant, Scrabble tiles went flying as we collided in the center of the couch.
Nobody could kiss like this man. It was electrifying, and it made me feel desired, in a way I really wasn’t used to.
We undressed quickly, in between kisses and gropes and caresses. Once we were both naked, I wrapped my hand around his cock. That was already a lot, as far as brand new experiences went. But there was something I’d always wanted to try, and finally, here was my chance.
I took the tip in my mouth and sucked it before sliding my lips down his thick shaft. I’d fantasized about sucking a cock for so long that I could hardly believe it was actually happening. Okay, so this definitely wasn’t as easy as it looked in porn. I could only manage maybe three inches without gagging, and I had to keep reminding myself to be careful with my teeth. But it was encouraging to hear his soft moans of pleasure, even though I knew my technique left a lot to be desired.
After a while, I sat up with the intention of shifting positions and going right back to it, but he pounced on me and pushed me onto my back. It felt incredible as he licked and kissed his way down my neck, chest, and stomach, the scrape of his short beard adding to the sensation.
It was impressive when he deep-throated my cock. My last coherent thought was, “Wow, he really made that look easy.” Then most of my higher brain functions cut out.
The blow job that followed almost killed me.
Sure, I’d had my cock sucked before, but this time was completely different. The fact that it involved a gorgeous guy, combined with Lucky’s astonishing skills, put it in a class by itself. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch what was happening, and what I saw was so sexy that I muttered, “Fucking hell.”
Hearing that made him look up at me. He was kneeling between my spread legs with his dark hair flipped over to one side, bracing himself with his hands on my thighs. He held my gaze as he dragged his mouth and lips up my shaft, then plunged all the way to the base again.
Then he sped up, sucking me harder and faster as waves of pleasure radiated through me. The need to come built and built, and he held me there for a few moments, right at the brink. Just my tip was in his mouth, and he swirled his tongue around it while I squirmed and moaned. “Please,” I begged, desperate for release. “Please, Elian.”
He started sucking me again, and a minute later my orgasm tore me apart. I started yelling, almost sobbing, while the world went blurry and my body thrashed and bucked. I shot like I hadn’t come in a year. It just went on and on, and by the time it finally ended, I was totally destroyed.
Lucky shifted around so he was stretched out beside me, and I curled into him as I gasped for air. When I could finally speak, I rasped, “So, that’s a blow job.” My voice sounded scratchy after all that yelling, and I couldn’t quite keep my eyes open.
He’d been rubbing my back, and his hand stilled as he said, “Don’t tell me that was your first.”
“I’ve had things calling themselves blow jobs before. I’ve never had that.”
He chuckled and pulled the fuzzy blanket over both of us before resuming my backrub. After a moment, he told me, “I didn’t expect to hear my name. Why’d you reach for Elian, and not Lucky?”
“Lucky’s the name of a three-legged dog you adopt from the pound. Elian’s the name of the sweetest, most gorgeous man I’ve ever met, who gives blow jobs like a porn star.” My words started to slur. This whole staying awake thing really wasn’t working out.
He whispered, “Go to sleep, Logan. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“No. You haven’t come yet. Blue balls, not cool…” Was I still forming sentences?
The last thing I remembered him saying was, “I’ll be fine.”
* * *
When I awoke sometime later, I was still on the couch and wrapped in the blanket. Soft music was playing, and the lights were low. It took me a moment, but I figured out that warm, flannel-covered thing my head was resting on was Lucky’s thigh, and he was absently stroking my hair.