The grin on his face is nothing short of devious.
“Mm, you want the good stuff, don’t you, Sebas?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I do.”
“You sure it’s smart taking candy from the devil?”
His tongue darts out and licks the hard bud of my nipple. I can only gasp in response.
“It’s not too late to change your answer, you know.”
His lips close around my other nipple, and he sucks gently, rolling the tip between his teeth, pulling at it, and flicking. My back arches, and I press closer to him, the warmth of his body seeping into me.
“M-My choice stands,” I pant.
Josh lets go of my nipple and grins. “Well, then…”
In one swift move, he lifts his shorts, grabs hold of his hard cock, and tugs it free. With a wetthwackit slaps against his washboard abs, long and thick and dripping with precum.
“Here you go.”
I can’t help the gasp that escapes me. It was one thing to feel that monster through his pants, but seeing it now in all its glory, I realize what an absolute unit it is. A huge, veiny, angry beast that must be at least nine inches long and thicker than my wrist. It curves slightly to the left, the swollen tip red and shiny. Below, two heavy balls sit snug in a nest of dark, neatly trimmed hair.
“All for you,” he rumbles.
He pumps it slowly, a few beads of clear fluid welling up from the slit and trickling down the side. My eyes follow the wet trail until it disappears between his thumb and index finger, and then I do the only thing that seems logical.
I kneel.
Josh parts his legs, and I settle between them, my knees pressing into the wooden floorboards, his massive cock looming in front of me. It twitches as I reach out and grab hold of it, the heat radiating from it scorching.
He hisses when I drag my hand along the length.
It’s surreal to touch a cock that isn’t my own. To feel the weight of it in my palm. The pulse. The heat. The soft, silky skin stretched tight over the rigid core.
I can barely wrap my fingers around it, and as I squeeze, another drop of precum leaks out. It lands on my thumb, warm and sticky.
Josh grunts, and I glance up to see him leaning back in the armchair, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling with every deep breath.
I lean forward and lick the wetness off my thumb, the sweet-salty flavor exploding on my tongue.Jesus.Is this what guys taste like?
Josh’s mouth curls into a smile. “Like it?”
“That’s… Yeah. Wow. It has a lot of flavor.”
“Want more?”
I nod eagerly.
“You can have it straight from the source,” he says, grabbing his cock and tapping it against my lips. “Here. Take a good, long lick. Taste it, Sebas. Taste it properly.”
I part my lips, and the smooth, spongy tip slides over my tongue. It coats the inside of my mouth with a thick layer of precum, and when I swallow, a tingling warmth spreads down my throat.
The idea that Josh’s essence makes its way through my body, feeding me, nourishing me, drives me wild. I take hold of his cock and suckle greedily on the tip, trying to get more of that flavor. More of him.
A low rumble rolls from the depths of his chest, and his big hand settles on the back of my head, pushing me forward. In an instant, my whole mouth gets stuffed full of throbbing cock, and the tip nudges against the entrance to my throat.
I can only take a few inches before my gag reflex kicks in, and I have to pull back, gasping, drooling, and coughing.
