He was right about the timing. Despite the situation we found ourselves in, something about it felt perfect.
I ran my hand from his neck up to his face, tracing my fingers along his jaw until I reached his chin.
“Like I told you before, Ty, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. All I want to do tonight is make you so fucking happy that when you come, you believe you might die of happiness.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Then get back to sucking my cock. Otherwise, you give me no choice but to suck yours.”
“Yes, sir,” he said quickly before taking mine back into his mouth.
I lay back down and enjoyed his work, the passion he went at it with.
“You sure suck a dick like you know what you’re doing,” I told him as he continued building me up.
He didn’t even express amusement at my comment. If anything, it egged him on, made him more intense than before as he gripped it with one hand and slid it between his lips, and I could tell he was working to get it as far back as he could. Anything he might have lacked in experience, he made up for with ambition and determination.
I let him enjoy having me in his mouth, then sat up. “My turn, Pretty Thing,” I insisted.
He offered a few more sucks and licks of the head before pulling back, his expression filled with so much confidence and eagerness, which I fully intended to shake as I showed him just how good I could make him feel.
“Lie down on your back.”
He didn’t hesitate, as though he knew better than to test me. Or as though he were afraid that if he didn’t do exactly as I said, I might stop this altogether.
I slid up alongside him, relaxing on one arm as I ran the backs of my fingers down his face, his neck, between his pecs, down his torso, until I reached his navel.
“You’re still shaking,” I noted. “Tell me why.”
I studied his face as he replied, “It feels really good. I’ve been waiting for this…since we met.”
I wished he wouldn’t have been so honest. I spent my life keeping secrets, but Ty was unafraid of me seeing his thoughts, his desires—his weaknesses. As strange as it was, I loved it too.
I pulled the hand I had against him back to my face and licked my thumb before setting it against his right pec and running it in circles around his nipple.
He shook some more, rolling his head back.
“How do you like that?” I asked. “Tell me.”
“Feels like it’s moving through my entire body, like it’s racing from my nipple to my fingertips,” he whispered.
I rolled toward him, sliding so that my legs straddled his, my cock against his thigh as I kept my thumb against his nipple and kissed between his pecs.
He chuckled as his body twitched beneath me. I glanced up and saw him looking down at me. “I won’t kiss on the mouth, but I don’t mind kissing everywhere else.”
“That’s fine with me,” he said, a bright smile overtaking his face.
