“Oh, fuck. Connor. Oh, God. Suck me. Suck me dry.” I fuck into his mouth, my balls slapping against his chin.
He gags and starts slapping my forearms. I let go, and he pulls off me. Tears run from his eyes, staining his cheeks, while saliva coats his chin.
I whimper from the loss. And the sight of him. But then he flinches as he tries to swallow.
“Oh, shit. Your throat. Fuck. I’m sorry.”
I’m such an idiot.
“Stop. It’s fine.”
“No, I should’ve been more careful.” Biting my lip, I drop to my knees, wanting to taste him, to make him come. “Your turn?”
Please say yes.
Connor doesn’t move right away, then takes a deep breath and scoots back onto the bed. He rests on his elbows, widening his legs. A strand of precum drips from his tip to his stomach.
I settle between his legs, then grip the base of his cock and run my tongue along the vein underneath.
“Fuck. Me.”
My tongue flicks under the crown, then swirls over the head, my hips bucking into the mattress at the taste of him on my tongue. He arches, moaning loudly as I work his length with my mouth.
Never done this before but can’t get enough. I exhale through my nose, trying to relax as I take him deeper.
He slaps the mattress. “Oh, fuuuck.”
Saliva drips down his cock and over his balls as I bob up and down. He’s writhing, fisting the sheets.
“Ryan. Ryan, I’m gonna . . . Fuck, I’m . . .”
I pull off not wanting him to finish.
He lifts onto his elbows, eyes searching mine. “Are you okay? Is it too much?”
I huff a laugh. “I suck you off a lot in my head. So, I'm not ready for it to be over now that I’m really doing it.”
“Yeah, well, I wantyourdick back in my mouth. Now. Want your cum on my tongue.”
Electricity jolts down my spine as precum drips from my slit onto the mattress.
“Give me that dick, Ryan.”
I bite my bottom lip, ears on fire. “Same time.”
He lets out a small groan, hips giving a little thrust.
I shake my head when he moves to lie down. “No. You’re on top. Easier for me to be careful.”
“Fuck you. Don’t pull that shit.”
Ignoring him, I get on the mattress, lying on my back. He huffs, rolling his eyes, but shifts to his knees. His eyes track over my body, cock twitching, then he carefully swings one leg over my head to the other side. He places his right palm on the mattress a little above my hip, not near my legs.
My heart thumps extra hard.
Fuck, I hate this. Hate that he has to think about where to put his hands.
He leans forward, settling into position, and his ass is right there. Right in my fucking face.
