Mine.
I moved to unbutton his shorts so that I could slide them down his slim hips and thighs. I could see the outline of his thick, heavy cock against his briefs, and the slightly wet mark that had started to spread where he had begun to leak for me. I smiled at Jones as he lifted first his left leg, then his right, which left him in nothing but his underwear.
“Get on the bed for me, Jonesy,” I whispered.
He did so without objecting. I quickly shed my own clothes, then stopped to take in the sight before me. Jones looked absolutely breathtaking spread out on my bed. Hissun-kissed skin called to me to mark him, claim him, so that no one else would dare try to touch him. The blond hair that covered his arms and legs, the treasure trail that disappeared below the elastic of his underwear made my mouth water. Jones’s hazel eyes watched me, hooded and heavy with lust, as I finally climbed up and splayed my heavy body over his smaller one.
“Charlie,” Jones whined when I pressed my lips against his Adam’s apple, then he combed his fingers through my hair. His hips arched up against mine, and I let out a low groan of my own. I dragged my tongue over his neck, then I kissed my way up his jaw so I could claim his mouth again.
His lips. Out of all the things about Jones, his pretty hazel eyes, his curly blond hair, his lips had to be my favorite. Pink, plump, and oh so edible, I wanted to kiss them forever. I wanted to keep my mouth against his all night. Until Jones’s lips were swollen; until the scruff on my face left little nicks and scratches against his delicate skin. Until I couldn’t remember a time when I wasn’t kissing him. I nipped lightly at his bottom lip, then shoved my tongue inside his hot, wet mouth, causing him to yank hard on my dark tresses.
Jones was so responsive. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was so new to all of this or because he was into me, but I was so into him. The way he groaned into my mouth. Pulled at my hair and rubbed his cock up against mine. I don’t even think Jones realized he was doing it. He was so blissed out on what we were doing that I was sure an airplane could land on the roof, and he wouldn’t even notice.
“Please,” he begged softly. “I need you.”
“What do you need, Bashful? You have to tell me, or I can’t give it to you.” I dragged my thumb over his nipple, and Jones let out a moan.
Jones’s entire body shook with want. “Touch me. Touch my erection. Please. I need it.” God, he was so fucking sweet and polite. “With your mouth.”
A low growl vibrated in my chest. Then I was slipping down between Jones’s thighs, shoving them apart, and yanking his underwear down. His cock sprang out and slapped his stomach, nearly smacking me in the face. Nestled against blond hair, it made my mouth water. He wasn’t as long as I was, but he was thicker, and I wanted to choke on it. Wanted to wrap my lips around his dick, then suck on it until he came down my throat in hot, salty spurts, crying out my name. Which let’s be honest, he probably would.
“You want my mouth on you, Jonesy?”
He nodded so hard I thought he might hurt himself.
“Are you sure?”
“Y-yes. P-please,” he stuttered.
Jones’s hazel eyes were wide as he watched me catch the bead of precum that clung to the mushroom tip with my tongue. His eyes rolled back, and he sank his teeth into his fat bottom lip as he waited for my next move.
I smiled up at him, then pressed a kiss to Jones’s shaft. The sound he made caused my own dick to jerk against the mattress.
Don’t fucking come, Charlie. How embarrassing would that be if you came before Jones?
“Eyes on me, Bashful.” Then I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his warm, velvety cock.
“Oh, my Christmas stars!” Jones called out so loudly I was thankful no one was home.
But he didn’t look away. He kept those beautiful hazel orbs glued to mine as I took him as far down my throat as I could before I gagged. That didn’t stop me. Not when tears blurred my vision and slipped down my cheeks. Not when Jones fisted the blanket so tightly, I thought that I heard the fabric rip.
I rutted against the mattress, trying to get some friction, and gripped the base of his cock with one hand. Jones’s hips canted, his eyes glued to mine, and when he moaned my name, I thought for sure I was going to blow my load in my underwear. I pulled off his beautiful dick and crawled up his body to slide my mouth over his.
“W-why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?”
I pulled my underwear down just enough so that my dick and balls were out. “Of course not. We’re going to come together.” I shimmied back, straddled his waist, spat into my hand, and then wrapped it around both of our cocks.
“Charlie, oh my goodness.” Jones’s eyes rolled back before they slammed shut as I began to jerk us together.
I grunted. “What did I tell you, Bashful? Look at me.”
He immediately opened them again.
“Do you like it? Does it feel good?”
Jones nodded.
“Tell me.”
