I let him go with a smile and proceed to take off my shoes. He’s grinning at me sheepishly, hair a mess and lips puffy.
“At least that was one positive thing about what happened,” I say when he starts to rummage through his closet to give me something of his to wear. I smile when I see the shorts he borrowed from me slung over his desk chair.
“And what would be positive about this?”
“I had a solid excuse to see you sooner.”
He gives me a lopsided grin and pushes the white collared shirt he had on at the gay bay in my chest. “You can wear that later. For now I really want you to get naked and get in the shower. We have to leave for Yetties soon.”
He won’t have to tell me twice. I’m beelining to the bathroom and shed the last of my clothes in a hurry. I nearly trip over my feet as I hop around on one foot, my skinny jeans stuck on my ankle.
When Tyler’s laughing I throw the jeans his way, hitting him in the face, before I turn on the tap.
“Shut up. You can totally wash my back” I say jokingly when I step under the hot shower. And when I hear no quippy response, I chuckle. He’s probably leaving me to it. He’s really taking everything about us in stride, diving headfirst into this relationship with me. It might be my firstrelationshipever, but it’s his first time doing stuff with aguy.
I don’t expect a freak-out to begin anymore, but if he’s hesitant to take a shower with me, I totally understand.
It’s after I’ve rinsed Ty’s shampoo out of my hair when I feel two arms sliding around me. His naked perfect body latches onto my back as his lips start roaming my neck, his already raging hard on pressing against my ass. And I kind of really like it there.
I groan and let my head fall back onto his shoulder. Hesitations be damned, the guy is made for this, for me. His tongue is trailing the shell of my ear and I shiver, pushing my body back against him further. And I thank the stars that nobody is at home, because I moan loud enough to wake the dead when his hands start to roam over my slick chest and abs, making their way down.
“I said wash my back, not my dick,” I say with a chuckle when he grabs my erection.
“But I like your front so much better.” He strokes my shaft lazily as his other hand starts to massage my balls, and a full-body shudder goes through me.
“You sure, King?” I push my ass back against him, where he’s now firmly nestled against my crack. “Seems to me you like my back just fine.”
His answering groan rumbles against my body, and I fucking love it.
“I would like that someday…” His voice trails off as he lets himself slide between my wet cheeks. We haven’t gonethatfar yet. But I would totally bend over if he would command it of me right now. I think his answering chuckle is proof enough that he knows exactly that I will.
“But not today,” he proceeds like he’s not making me lose my damn mind. “Today I want to try something else. And when we dothis,” He emphasizes his point by thrusting against me once more, making me hitch a breath, before he lets me go. “I want to have an entire night to explore.”
“And what exactlydidyou have in mind?” I ask when I turn around.
But I already have my answer, since my King is kneeling for me. Oh, shit.
He’s absolutely fucking irresistible. The water pelting down on his rock-hard body, looking up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes, full of trust, lust and amazement. Never would I have thought that this would ever happen. I think moving to the States was probably my bestest idea ever.
He holds on to my thighs and looks at my cock. Curiosity evident on his face. Going down on dick is different than kissing with a guy, than jerking each other off and fooling around. I don’t know why, but when sucking dick gets involved and a man gets on his knees for you, it’s a whole different ball game. Pun intended.
But he does it. He’s kneeled in front of me, staring at me like he can’t believe he’s about to do this.
That would make two of us.
I inhale on a gasp as he seems to find his courage and grabs ahold of my dick. Oh fuck. He gives me a couple of experimental strokes, before he mouths my damn shaft, letting his lips slide over it, his tongue giving a teasing lick after. My knees already buckle, and he’s barely touching me. So I hold on to the tiled wall with one hand, and the other tangles in his dark, wet hair as he continues his torture.
I keep my hips still, trying to let him do his thing, to let him explore every damn inch of me.
He actually fucking moans when he’s finally done mapping me out and takes the swollen tip into his mouth, like he’s enjoying this more than I am. Which is not freaking possible becauseoh my fucking god…
He licks the crown of my dick, before he takes it in his mouth again, going deeper this time, like he’s trying to figure out howfar he can go… and bobs slowly up and down, increasing the suction with every stroke. Oh fuck, he’s good at this, and I’m not gonna last long…
Then he releases me, glides his tongue along the base, and teases my slit before taking me deep again. A breath leaves my throat on a ragged shudder.
“Oh shit. What are you doing down there?” I groan and grip his wet hair tighter.
He lets me go with a pop and looks up with glazed, hazy eyes, his lips shining. “Having a tea party with the queen, what do you think I’m doing?” He strokes my dick again, and I tremble.
