“You like that?” he asked, his voice higher than normal.
Growling, I released his neck and grabbed his shoulder, then slid my other hand to his undercarriage and picked him up. Grateful to find him heavier than when he first came to town, I carried him over to the bed and threw him onto it. He bounced, his eyeswide, but the smile never left his mouth. He widened his legs as I crawled to him. I laid one long, slow lick from his lower belly to his chest, and my eyes rolled back from the pleasure of it. Drunk on him. I did it again and again, until I had licked him clean.
He didn’t move, staring at me as though he’d never seen me before. When I’d finally savored every drop of him, I hovered over his body, watching his smirk grow. Fucker.
I paused, focusing on the lips I’d wanted to taste for over a decade. Unable to wait another second, I dipped down and took his mouth like it was mine. Like it would always be mine. I thrust my tongue past his parted lips, sharing his taste, delving as deeply as I could, stroking my tongue against his.
I’d imagined the feel of his lips so many times, but I hadn’t reckoned with the limitations of my own imagination. The way he kissed me back was all-consuming. The perfect pressure, soft but firm. Confident.
He pulled away. “Sawyer?—”
“Shut. The fuck. Up. Unless you want me to stop, don’t say another fucking word.”
His smirk turned into a grin the width of his face, and he mimed zipping his lips shut and throwing away the key. He drew his hands up behind his head, leaning back with his elbows pointed out as he lifted his chin. A challenge.
I kissed that look off his face, then dragged my lips down to his jawline and beyond, sucking hickeys up and down his neck as well as one on the peak of each collarbone.
As I took in his hitching breaths, the corners of my mouth drifted up, and I captured his gaze, giving him my most evil grin.
“Fuck,” he spit out.
I pulled away, backing off the bed.
“Wait! Stop! Where are you going?” he asked, gesturing to his cock, which had somehow managed to revive. The pictures online had nothing on the real thing, even only half hard.
“I told you to shut up or I’d stop.”
He clamped a hand over his mouth, then the other on top of that one, silently pleading with his eyes.
“Good boy,” I whispered, removing my towel.
His eyes crossed, and his back arched as if begging for me to touch his dick.
I grasped his hips and pushed him into the mattress. I sighed at the sight of his engorged cock, so out of proportion with his skinny, small body. Grotesque and beautiful at once. I took him into my mouth, moaning at the taste. A tiny gift of cum was still trapped in his foreskin, so I gently pushed it back and licked him clean.
My oral sex skills were unmatched, but even I couldn’t take all of him. So I pulled back and spat into my hand, then worked it in combination with my mouth, sliding up and down, tonguing the ridge of his head, licking his slit, pulling and petting his ball sack.
“Fuck, I’m going to come again,” he warned, breathless, his eyes hazy. I kept the rhythm steady, loving the feel of his balls drawing up under my fingers. Knowing the second before his cum hit my tongue that I’d been the one to send him over. That I’d finally had him.
His hips snapped up again and again, and I moved with him, gagging a little as I struggled to swallow all he had to give me. As a second orgasm, it was impressive.
I pulled back, and he shivered, wrung out and limp. This goddamn punk had had his talons around my heart and my dick for far too long. I loved him, but the part of me that had suffered all these years was furious with him, too. I didn’t know how to feel all that at once, so I crawled up his body, straddling his narrow shoulders. He curled his hands around my thighs, encouraging me forward.
I took hold of my cock and began stroking. There was no way I was going to last, so I didn’t try. Instead, I aimed my dick at his face. His eyes met mine and held, and he sent me an approving wink.
The sound of my hand sliding over my cock ricocheted through the room, and within seconds I was there. “Close your eyes, sweetheart.”
He grinned and closed his eyes but opened his mouth as he tightened his hold on my thighs.
Fucking Hendrix.
I’d come to a fantasy of him so many times, but it was nothing like this. I’d never quite captured the energy running through every inch of his pint-sized frame. My body seized, ecstasy having its way with me. I let the first couple of spurts stripe his eyelids, then pushed my cock into his mouth, pumping in and out as my orgasm barreled through me.
“Take it all,” I commanded, pushing till his lips circled the base of my cock. He gagged but didn’t back off, even as he turned red. When I was thoroughly satisfied, I pulled out and kissed him,sharing both our tastes before grabbing his T-shirt and using it to wipe his face.
Laughing, Hen cracked open his eyes. “Damn, Sawyer. Didn’t know you had that in you. I’d’ve been fucking you this whole time. You’re damn good in the sack.”
Something about what he said didn’t sit right with me. It wasn’t dismissive, necessarily. There was genuine appreciation in his voice, but only of my skill.
