“Uhhh…yeah? I’ve never done that before,” I say, feeling like I’m at confession instead of in Mrs. Abrams’ garage.
“Done what?”
“Taken over like that.”
“Did you not like it?” he asks, that now-familiar uncertainty creeping into his eyes.
I kiss his temple, then rest my forehead against his. “I loved it.”
“Me too. I felt so safe.”
“So did I.”
Maybe that’s a weird thing to say, but it’s true.
Tanner thumbs the button on my bulging Wranglers, looking up at me with needy eyes. “Can I?”
I nod, breathing funny as he drops to his knees. He’s careful as he undoes my jeans, pulling down my underwear like he’s unwrapping something special. He flicks another heart-stopping look at me, and keeping his eyes right where they are, he takes me into his mouth.
“That’s a good boy,” I murmur, and his eyelids flutter as if I’ve just stroked his cock.
He pulls back for a breath, and his short, sparkly black nails look so fine skimming my pale cock, his thin fingers delicate against the thick base. I’m decent lengthwise but a little more gifted with the circumference. The way he’s nibbling and sucking on the fat head makes my knees wobbly.
“Yeah, baby. Take me all the way down.”
He sucker-punches me with another heavy-lined gaze, licking a bead of precum off my slit before sinking, slowly, slowly. By the time I hit the back of his throat, I’m nearly gone.
I push farther down his throat, and he raises a brow, challenging me. Cradling the sides of his face, I thrust forward, and he moves into it. By this time, most guys are gagging, but his eyes glint with desire as his lips touch my pubic hair.
Oh hell.
I speed up the thrusts, nearly stumbling when he sucks me down, making it damn near impossible to pull back. He sneaks a finger up behind my balls, massaging my taint, drifting over the tight pucker of my hole and back again.
He’s barely begun, and I’m already there.
My thrusts lose their rhythm as the pleasure building in my lower belly crests. Tanner’s pulsing grip on my balls breaks my brain, and I shoot forcefully down his throat. The way he sucks and swallows makes my vision go black. He’s still hoovering me as he reaches up to grab my hips and prevent me from keeling over.
Finally, it’s too much, and my command is more of a whimper. “Let me loose.”
Tanner releases me with a pop, then sits back on his haunches, blinking at me with smeared freckles and pouty, swollen lips. He better watch it with those questioning, needy eyes, especially after a blowjob like that.
Hell, it might end in a marriage proposal if he’s not careful.
Alright, Junior. Don’t be ridiculous.
“Put me back together.”
His satisfied little grin makes my cock twitch, and his fingers are feisty as he wrangles my softening length into the white cotton underwear. Even the way he buttons my jeans and zips me back up feels profane.
Perfect.
I reach down and drag him up into a kiss. My cum on his lips is a helluva drug, and the scent of whatever the fuck he’s wearing has my brains in a scramble. I start to apologize, needing him to know in no uncertain terms that I don’t believe those words for a second.
“I’m so fucking sorry for what I said, Tanner. I swear, I respect you, and…”
Tanner cuts off my rambling with a kiss. “I know, Junior. My body knows too.”
I let out a relieved breath, gathering him in my arms as I lose myself in his honeyed lips. I make a promise to be good at whatever the fuck this is. For him.
