As much as I wanted to linger there for a bit longer, my desire overwhelmed me as I felt my way to his fly, unfastening the button and unzipping it before reaching under his briefs and feeling his hard-on.
“God, you’re so big,” I said, using my free hand to guide him around until he had his back against the door. He didn’t fight me, not even when I dropped to my knees, pulling his pants and briefs down with me.
“Keegan, are you sure this is the best place to…”
“I’ve done it in stranger places,” I said, too cock-hungry to think straight.
There was his fat dick in front of me, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever wanted anything as much as I wanted it.
I slipped it past my lips, taking it into my mouth. I could already taste his precum, and I lapped it right up with my tongue before sliding his shaft farther into my mouth.
He threaded his fingers through my hair, moaning, letting me know that my lips felt as good on his dick as his dick felt against my tongue.
14
Owen
Rules. Fucking rules. Why had we come up with such horrible rules?
I knew the valid reasons for them, but they were hard to concentrate on when Keegan was working my cock like some sort of blowjob Olympian.
“Oh, talk about Hot Lips,” I said as I continued running my fingers through his hair, enjoying the way he took me to the back of his throat so effortlessly. For being so young, it was clear he was a pro. He didn’t just tend to my dick, but licked down to my balls and tended to each of them.
Why did I agree to the no-kissing bit? That was my favorite part.
As Keegan had said, it was clearly our kryptonite. If we could have this, surely I could exhibit some restraint. As long as we didn’t make this a regular thing…kept this amended rule about emergencies, we’d be fine.
“Fuck my face,” Keegan said, like some kind of cum-hungry animal as he took my cock back into his mouth. I gripped both sides of his head, moving with his rhythm…Jesus fucking Christ…the pressure so intense, I felt like I would either shoot or spontaneously combust.
“Keegan, I’m about to come,” I warned, which made him cling to my ass as he continued his work. “Keegan, I’m coming… I’m coming…”
The way he sucked and licked made me wonder if I’d even be able to get his mouth off my dick when he was finished.
A job…very well done.
I trembled against the door before going limp, breathing hard as I recovered, my thoughts nearly as scattered as they had been when I was amending our no-messing-around rule.
Keegan popped back to his feet in no time, his pants already dropped with his panties as he had his own hard cock out, jerking it off.
“Are those pink or purple?” I asked him.
“Fuchsia.” He grinned with his reply.
Fuchsia? What an intriguing man.
“Now how do you like it?” he asked as he continued jerking himself off.
“I’ve never…” I was hesitant about shoving a dick down my throat for the first time.
“You can just watch, if you want.”
“I am a royal. I don’t just watch,” I said before licking my palm and taking his cock from him, stroking. It couldn’t be any different than jerking myself off, which I’d done plenty of times throughout my life, and judging by the way Keegan rolled his head back, he seemed to be enjoying himself.
“O, I’m…oh, yeah, right there,” he told me, and I didn’t know why, but that made me so fucking proud of my work.
His body shook as he shot his load in threads across the cement floor.
“Fuck yes,” I muttered, loving knowing that I gave that to him.
