“I washed up after I went to the bathroom,” he said. “Not that you have to?—”
I slid the foreskin back and bent toward him, then took his head in my mouth. I had done this before but wasn’t super confident in my skills. I had talked to Skylar about technique, and his biggest piece of advice was not to take on more than I was comfortable with.
“Stick to the head, darling. No man is going to complain about that.”
I sucked carefully, thrilled when Kess got loud.
“Fuck, that’s nice, baby. Keep doing that.”
I went up and down, careful not to go too far.
None of my previous attempts had ever felt like this. I had never been comfortable, in a bed, with someone who’d thought to wash up ahead of time. I let my hand drift down and cupped his balls.
“Fuck, Rowdy.Yes. Squeeze them.”
I did as he asked, squeezing gently at first, then with more pressure as he encouraged me.
“Jesus, baby, I’m going to come.”
My jaw was already starting to get sore, so I was a little relieved that it hadn’t taken him long to get to this point. I added my hand, jacking him in time with my mouth. His breathing deepened and his body tightened up, and I pulled away just as the first spurts started to hit. I increased the pressure and speed of my hand, and he banged his fist on the bed.
“Fuck yes.”
All the other guys I’d done this with had been pushy, making me gag. I’d been worried that I wouldn’t like giving a blow job at all, but maybe all I needed was the right guy.
Kess reached over the side of the bed and grabbed his boxers from the floor, running the soft cotton over his belly. He then tossed them aside and pulled me into a kiss.
“Jesus, your mouth,” he said, plundering me with his tongue.
Kess left no room for lingering self-consciousness or doubt. He’d liked it. He really, really had.
Flipping me onto my back, Kess covered me with his big body, kissing me till I was drunk on it. He took things slowly, as if he wanted me to experience everything. And I did. The warmth of his body contrasting against the chill of the AC. The tangle of his hair against the heat in his eyes. The smell of his body, of his cum, of the coffee, of the cinnamon oatmeal slowly cooking in the corner. The freshly washed cotton sheets. The sound of his kisses, of his skin moving against mine.
We rolled to our sides, and he squeezed my hip before moving his hand down to grip my thigh, directing my leg over his so that we were chest to chest and as close as two men could be without having sex. He brushed his fingers across the top of my ass, lightly separating my cheeks.
“Can I play with you a little here?”
I stiffened a little but nodded against his neck.
“Are you sure?” he asked, tilting my face up so that he could look into my eyes. “You can always say no.”
“I want your hands everywhere.”
He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You got it.”
I kissed his shoulder as he reached around and pulled my cheeks apart. He whimpered and I hoped that was a good thing, like maybe he didn’t mind a little fur back there.
He started skimming the crack of my ass, firing off nerves I didn’t even know I had. I stiffened again when he brushed past my hole, but he kept it light. Reaching down past my ass, he handled my balls, then pulled my cock back between my legs.
I was a little shy at first, especially since I was nowhere near his size, but the extra stretch and pull and pressure was...Fuck. The magic was in the details—the size of his hands, how one hand rested on my ass cheek, his thumb lightly stroking my hole. He wasn’t even trying to push inside because his focus was on playing my cock like a fucking violin. He was both gentle and firm as he stroked me, and all self-consciousness flew out the window.
“This feels so good,” I choked out into his neck, sucking and licking on it.
“Glad to hear it, sweetheart. Do you want to come like that?”
I whimpered, nodding. “Please.”
I didn’t exactly know what I was begging for, but maybe I just didn’t want him to stop. Better, I could tell that it pleased him, knowing that he was getting me off.
