His cock is hard, tenting his shorts as I dip to brush my lips over his collarbone. I avoid touching it, knowing firsthand just how perfect that first touch feels after wanting it for so long.
He hisses a curse when I lick his nipple, sucking it into my mouth before letting it slide out slick and pebbled.
“Landon,” he snaps when I lower myself to my knees in front of him.
He looks down at me, eyes unfocused, cheeks flushed.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I pull his athletic shorts off his hips.
His cock is mere inches from my mouth, and I can see his struggle as he fights the urge to roll his hips forward.
I lick at the tip, my own cock jerking as that first taste of him explodes on my tongue.
“Do you not want this?”
Instead of answering with words, he grips a handful of my hair and urges me forward. I could fight him off if I needed to. The fingers tangled in my hair wouldn’t be enough to keep me from getting away.
“Like the way you taste,” I breathe after getting another lick of him.
“Torturing me,” he mutters, his thighs trembling under my hands.
“I think you enjoy it.”
He nearly collapses when I suck the very tip of him into my mouth.
It’s different than I ever could’ve imagined. I’ve seen hundreds of blowjobs on porn. I mean, most of them were girls giving head. I never believed it was a true reaction when they dove in for more as if they couldn’t help themselves. I mean, every man enjoys some enthusiasm, but I never expected to ever feel that way myself.
“Please,” he begs, making me realize I’m simply swirling my tongue over the head, taking in this brand-new feeling instead of pleasing him.
“You can’t judge my skill level on this,” I tell him.
He shakes his head. “There’s no such thing as a bad blowjob when it’s you.”
My eyes flutter closed as I take him deeper. I’m not risking what would happen if I tried to deep throat him, but the noises rumbling from his chest make me want to celebrate a job well done long before he warns me.
“I’m gonna come.”
I pull back, the first spurt of his orgasm on my tongue catching me by surprise, making the second land on my lips instead of my open mouth. By the time it’s over, everything below my nose, including my chest, is painted with his release.
Instead of being annoyed, like several girls have been with me when I didn’t give them enough time to prepare to get out of the way, I smile up at him, relishing the grip his fingers have on my hair, like I’m the only thing keeping him grounded right now.
“Jesus,” he whispers when he can finally manage to blink down at me. “You’re a mess.”
I lick my tongue out, trying to gather as much as I can, wanting to moan with need when he sweeps my jaw before pressing his fingers into my mouth.
This should be gross. I shouldn’t be hard as a fucking rock with his scooping his cum into my mouth, but maybe thinking that is a little fucked up. I should just drop any preconceived notions about what this would be like, and just live in the moment.
“That’s not really helping,” he says, his finger brushing over my chest. “It’s everywhere.”
“Your aim is shit,” I say with laughter as I stand.
I don’t lean in and kiss him although he kissed me for the briefest of seconds after he sucked my dick. He may not like it, and with my dick untended to, I don’t want to do anything to end this night just yet.
Then his mouth is on mine, tongue sweeping, tasting. I press harder against his chest, hating that I’m still wearing my shorts.
I’m a little dazed by the time he pulls back, both because his kiss always has the power to make my brain short-circuit and because he’s once again not touching me.
“What’s next?” he asks, teeth scraping over his lower lip.
They’re swollen, much like mine feel after making out and sucking him off.
“You’re a top, right?” I ask, swallowing the lump that threatens to form from what I’m going to ask next.
“Maybe?”
That’s not the response I was expecting.
“Maybe? How is your answer a maybe?”
“I’ve never fucked anyone, but I’ve also never been fucked.” I’m grateful for the lights still being on because the blush that pinks his cheeks has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“A virgin?”
He rolls his eyes, but then stiffens when I reach into my bedside table before placing a bottle of lube in his hand.
“Y-You want me to fuck you?”
A laugh bubbles out of my throat.
“Why don’t we start with a finger or two first?”
He doesn’t seem any less turned on by my offer.
Chapter 24
Rick
The only thing even remotely “gay” about what’s about to happen is that we’re both guys.