I put my hand on my chest, flashing my pretty nails at him. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.”
After kissing a bit more, and digging out the knee brace, we made our way to the kitchen again, where I drank wine while he made us a huge steak on the stovetop grill.
“It’s better outside on a wood fire, but I don’t want to get dressed for that,” he explained.
I suspected his knee also hurt more than he was letting on, so I guided us to the island bar, because I figured it’d be more comfortable than trying to sit at the table.
The steak he made—so perfectly—was the size of my head, so we ate from the same plate, sharing bites, sharing kisses, and swallows of wine. As kissing became touching, he was horrified to find that I was too sore for another go.
“Did I do it wrong?” he asked, worry marring his handsome features.
I was quick to explain that, given his size, I’d need a little recovery time.
“That mean I get to explore you with my mouth?” he asked as we slipped back into bed, nude.
“You wanna put your mouth on me, cowboy?”
“More than you could possibly know.”
23
KIT
Once we were backin bed, we needed a minute to figure out a position that didn’t hurt my knee, and we ended up with Sky straddling my face.
“This is usually some advanced work, Kit. It’s okay if this is too much,” Sky said, his pretty cock swinging in front of me.
I looked up at him, grinning like the cat who got the cream. “I always was a fast learner.”
He held on to the carved headboard, and I eyed him for a moment before taking him in hand and guiding him to my mouth.
“Don’t be a hero, cowboy. You don’t have to deep throat me. Only go as far as you’re comfortable.”
I would certainly take his advice for this go round, but I was not one who liked to be only moderately good at the task in front of me. I had to be the best or nothing at all.
I guided him into my mouth, and it was like something I never experienced before. There was a salty drip of pre-cum, and the taste of his skin, plus the taste of his excitement. More than that, there was the way his chest expanded and his body shook as I took a test suck.
I’d heard, of course, the terrible slurs people hurled at gay men. But here I was, sucking my man’s cock, and it didn’t feel strange to me at all. It felt natural. Real. And seeing Sky’s stomach tense when I did the right thing did a number on my equilibrium. I was thrilled to find that the things I enjoyed, he enjoyed. We had the same sensitive parts, and familiarity with the equipment made me feel like I wasn’t so lost in the sauce after all.
I took him a little farther into my mouth, gagging only slightly, determined to practice on him until I got way better at this. Still, I followed his advice, not overdoing it, just going up and down, then sucking the head like I liked.
“Fuck, cowboy,” he said, and I hummed around his length, proud of myself.
I grabbed his hips, going deeper, sucking harder. One thing had simply led to another: tasting led to sucking, sucking led to going deeper, and going deeper led to my wanting to drink down everything he had to give me.
When Sky shot into my mouth, when I realized I’d pleasured him to the point of release, pride filled my chest. I’d loved having sex with my wife, but looking back, knowing how much of that she faked for my ego, I’d begun to doubt that I’d ever even pleased her. But this here was proof positive that I could pleasure somebody and make them lose control.
Boneless, Sky slid down my body, kissing me, torturing me with nipple play, something I never got a lot of before. Smoothing his hands along my skin, he stared at me with those captivating eyes of his as he lowered his mouth onto me. He first gave the tip delicate little kisses, then licked up and down the length of me like a lollipop before cupping my balls, rolling them in his hand. Then, with a wink, he took me all the way down to the root. He gagged a little, then letting his throat relax, and Igave a little thrust, reveling in the way his lips slid all the way down to the base of me.
Suddenly he popped off, and I lay there, disoriented. “Something wrong?”
He shook his head and held up a finger. Climbing off the bed, he went to his bag and dug around for a few seconds before pulling out a small tube in triumph.
“Aha.”
He opened the tube, and it was the ruby red lipstick I loved. He didn’t even bother with the mirror while perfectly applying it to his plush lips. He then positioned himself between my legs again, and carefully slid down my length, sucking on the base with those obscene lips stretched wide around me, just like I liked it.
I groaned, the visual sending me over in embarrassingly quick time. I shot, long and hard, and he hummed as he swallowed. Once he’d taken his full drink, he pulled off me, satisfied, even shimming a little as he sat on his haunches.
