I bent down and kissed each one of his beauty marks, from the one on his hip, up to the three on his side, to the few around his nipples, softly sucking on each nipple as I passed over, drinking in the heavy breathing and gasps of raw pleasure that Oliver would give me. He played with my hair as I kissed him, his fingers tracing my ears, massaging my scalp.
I kissed his neck and sucked while I slipped a hand under his jeans. Oliver instantly bucked with pleasure. He was already leaking. I could feel it against my knuckles as I moved to grab him, my fingers wrapping around his thick length. There was an indescribable and all-consuming heat that was beginning to take over, filling the room, frying my senses.
I wanted to burn in the bonfire of our combined lust.
First, though, I had to taste Oliver. I needed to suck him into my mouth and feel him pulse between my lips.
I stood up and unzipped his pants and pulled them off, practically in one fluid motion. He lay there on the bed, legs dangling off the end, his cock straining against the dark fabric of his boxer briefs. I could see the outline of his head as he throbbed.
I licked my lips and dropped to my knees. Oliver opened his legs wider for me and watched as I buried my face between them, taking in his scent like I were taking in my last breath. I could feel his balls on my nose, feel his thighs squeezing against my ears. He smelled like fucking heaven, and I knew he would taste just the same.
Without being able to wait any longer, I pulled off his briefs. He was fully exposed to me. A platter of only the finest food. I wanted to kiss every goddamn inch of him, starting with his sexy feet, already curling as I gently massaged his balls, his warm sac in my hands.
I lifted one of his legs into the air. “Oh, whoa,” Oliver said, surprised and smiling.
The smile faded and was replaced by an expression of lust as I kissed the top of his foot, kissed the side, massaged the ball of his foot with my thumb.
There wasn’t a piece of Oliver I didn’t want against my lips, against my skin.
I grabbed his other leg and repeated my worship, pleased by the way Oliver was beginning to writhe on the white bedsheets, his hands grasping at the soft fabric as though he were about to float away any second now, his cock hard and pulsing in the air. I could see a clear thread of precome stick to his belly.
I kissed my way down Oliver’s leg. Teasing him. Massaging him. Making him twitch and spasm.
My lips trailed up his leg. His soft hair brushed over my lips. “Oh, Beck. God you’re so sexy.”
I looked at him, smiling as I set his leg back down on the bed. I placed both hands on his thighs and leaned down, my gaze fixed on his leaking cock.
I kissed his sac first. He smelled like sex and man and tasted exactly the same. I loved it. I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, tonguing it, Oliver nearly jumping off the bed with how badly he squirmed.
“Suck it. Please, Beck.”
His pleading fanned the flames of need that burned star bright inside my core. He placed a thumb at the base of his cock and aimed it up, more precome leaking from the pink head.
I couldn’t wait any longer. My tongue traveled over his head, my mouth filling with his taste.
A moan unraveled from inside me as I took Oliver into my mouth. Just the head at first, flicking my tongue and swirling it around the spot I knew would be the most sensitive.
Sure enough, Oliver’s body shook with pleasure. He lifted his hips, trying to feed me more of him.
I took him readily. Greedily. I opened my jaw wide and took him down my throat, my lips working his shaft, my tongue gliding over every inch of his cock. My dick throbbed hard against my briefs. I had to take them off, but I didn’t want to stop sucking on Oliver.
I managed to unzip and take off my jeans without taking Oliver’s cock out of my mouth. I dropped my briefs to my knees and started to jerk off, already rock hard and close to coming.
“Oh, Beck, that feels so crazy good. Oh God.”
Oliver sounded drunk off pleasure. He was grinding his hips, stuffing himself down my throat, stretching my limits. I jerked off harder, my balls tightening with an impending release. Saliva dripped down Oliver’s shaft, falling down off his balls, wetting the bedsheets underneath us.
I liked it messy. I like getting Oliver’s dick soaked in my spit. I pulled off for a breath and jerked him, the sound of wet strokes filling the room. Oliver’s pale chest was flushing pink, spreading up from his nipples, the flush creeping to his neck.
I kissed his shaft. Rubbed it on my face, over my lips, against my nose. My eyes went up to find Oliver’s, our gazes locked, our passion explosive.
“I’m gonna come, Beck. I’m gonna, oh, oh—”
I didn’t miss my cue. I popped him back into my mouth, feeling the first jet of come hit the back of my throat. I drank it up greedily, every shot he gave me. His hands fell on my head and pushed down as he grunted and moaned like I’d never heard him do before.
All of it combined made my cock jerk in my grip. I came onto the floor as Oliver fed me the last of his seed.
With both of us spent, we collapsed onto the bed together, moving up so our heads rested on the soft pillows. I took off my shirt and tossed it to the side so that Oliver and I could rest together with nothing separating us, just skin on skin, pulse against pulse.