I slide my hand between us and feel his stiff erection shielded by the jeansbarrier.
“We should eat first,” he says, “otherwise, I think I’m going to be a little too distracted to do anythingelse.”
“Eating was exactly what I had in mind,” I tell him as I stroke hiscock.
I slide my hand between his jeans and waist, beneath hisboxers.
His eyes rollback.
“I don’t think I can wait,” I tellhim.
With my other hand, I unfasten his fly and pull his jeans and boxers down. He doesn’t resist. I didn’t figure hewould.
I squat and take that cock into my mouth, moving my head up and down as I enjoy the sensation of his girth against my tongue. I haven’t thought about dick in all my life as much as I have since we started fucking around. And I thought about having my lips around his girth like this since I realized I was deprived of it. I hadn’t had itenough.
As I suck, his groans assure me that even though I’m new to all this, I’m not doing such a shittyjob.
I want to please him. I want to make him happy sobad.
As he strokes his fingers through my hair, encouraging me along, it feels so good, so right. A powerful taste fills my mouth. He’s precumming. I pull back and enjoy that flavor, licking my lips, savoring it. I gaze up at him, and he looks down at me. And there it is—that much more familiar version of Eric, the one I got to see so much of in Puerto Vallarta, and all that chemistry, all that magic, that spark, is thereagain.
“Fuck,” he says, pulling his attention away from me and twisting back to the stovetop behind him. “Should be done,” he says, but I wonder if that’s true or if he just wants this more than to make sure he’s prepared a deliciousmeal.
He keeps his hips in place, that cock right before me, so as he moves the pan off the burner, I can continue mywork.
I cup my hand around his balls and squeeze in a way that was so satisfying when he would do it to me. Then I pull my mouth from his dick and push to my feet. As I stand before him, he gazes into my eyes before his attention redirects to mylips.
He wipes his thumb under my bottom lip, retrieving what seems to be some precum that I didn’t manage to lapup.
“I didn’t really make any appetizers,” he says, “so I guess we’ll have to make do.” He pushes his thumb into my mouth. I lick and suck on it, enjoying knowing it’shim.
As he pulls his thumb out, he puts his hand on the back of my head and forces me toward him swiftly, taking my mouth once again, seizing control of my will and mydesire.
He retreats for a moment to say, “I want you in mybed.”
Squatting down, he wraps his arms around my legs and hoists me into the air, slinging me over his shoulder, letting me know who’s boss. Kicking out of his jeans and boxers, he carries me through his unit, through a short hall, then enters the doorway at the end ofit.
He makes his way to a California king-size bed and throws me onto my back before crawling on top of me. We claw and grapple at each other’s clothes, struggling to pull themoff.
I can’t get naked fastenough.
I want his lips, his mouth, his hands crawling all over my body, hitting all those places they were so good at stimulating. At the same time, I want to touch and kiss and lick and suck all over him, but it’s impossible to do everything at once, so it results in us in a frenzy, making up for losttime.
“I need you inside me again,” I tell him, but it’s so much more thanthat.
I need him possessing me. I need him taking what’s his with reckless abandon, like this, while he’s wild and virile. A moment where we’ve once again allowed ourselves to forget about reality and just do what we want, what our bodies command us todo.
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The way my cock throbs,I feel like I’ve been blue-balling forweeks.
Although, even after I left Mexico, I jerked off plenty of times, imagining a moment like this with Jesse—him lying beneath me, our bodies pressed together as we worked up an intense, frantic re-creation of all those wonderful things weshared.
How can this be even better than I imagined it would be? How can every tongue-filled kiss, every caress, every stroke, be more intoxicating than even what it feels like we shared before? Whatever the reason, I know I can’t let this moment escape, not like it did so easilybefore.
I kiss down his body, trying to mentally record every bit of flesh, every muscle, every curve, every line, the way he tastes—things that all seem to have somehow escaped me. I can’t imagine how, but every passing day, it’s like those things that were so incredible were racing to get away fromme.
