I move so I’m directly in front of it. I settle my arm over his thighs so he can’t move anymore, then I blow against the tip of his cock. Micah lets out a soft gasp.
I smile, then drag my finger down the underside of his erection. “Is there something you want I should do?”
“Anything you want,” Micah says immediately, squirming beneath the light touch. “As long as you’re touching me.”
“Anything is dangerous,” I say, moving on to tap the tip of his cock. “Maybe I’ll only lightly tap for the next hour.”
He whines, lifting his hips as though that will give him some sort of friction. “But that’s not what you want, is it?” he asks.
No, it really isn’t.
But I can tease him a bit longer. I bend down and kiss his thigh, so close that his cock brushes against my cheek.
When was the last time I’d sucked a man off?
Almost never. I found men who spread their legs for me, or we gave each other hand jobs. There were no lazy blowjobs, there was no teasing.
Hard, rough sex, because I was a hard, rough man doing things in secret.
Micah doesn’t see me as only a hard, rough man, though.
I don’t want him to.
I want him to see a different side of me than anyone ever has.
He moans as I tease him, his body trembling as I kiss every inch of bare skin on his thigh. “Please,” he whispers.
“Please?” I repeat, this time dragging two fingers along his shaft. “What do you want?”
With a soft, awkward laugh, he replies, “I guess I’m not very patient, am I?”
“I would be less patient,” I say, smiling. I continue to tease his cock with light touches. “But I can’t read minds, Mishka. What do you want I should do?”
“Touch me more,” he pleads. “With your hands, with your mouth, I don’t care. I just needmore.”
With my mouth.
I take that as an indication, and I wrap my lips around the head of his cock.
It’s a good thing I’m holding Micah’s thighs down, because his hips snap up, and he lets out a loud cry. If I didn’t know better, I would say he was already on the verge of coming.
Surely that can’t be, after only a bit of teasing.
But I back off anyway, just in case, and he whines again. “Ilya…”
Hearing my name on his lips makes me want to give him everything.
I take more of him into my mouth, licking and sucking. I drink in his sounds, his little cries and gasps and pants. His thighs strain underneath my arm.
I get the entirety of his cock into my mouth and hold him there. I lick every vein and bump, taking in the feel and taste of him. I want to be able to recognize him by taste alone.
“Ilya, Ilya,” Micah murmurs. “Please, I…”
Something salty bursts across my tongue, and I reluctantly pull back, releasing his cock. Micah lets out a long, disappointed whine.
“Is there a problem?” I ask smugly.
He whimpers. “N-no.” He pauses, then adds, “But you’re a tease.” I see it when he braces himself, when his body draws tight, like he expects me to react negatively. “Sorry. I didn’t mean anything by that.”
