I’d tasted Wesley’s come more times than I could count, normally it was licked from my hand or his. And one time, I’d kissed a stray drop from the dip of his throat when he’d come especially hard. So it wasn’t like I didn’t know what he tasted like. I liked the flavor of his release.
“You can come in my mouth,” I told him, shifting back up so I could reach the tip of his dick with my lips. “You can do this too.”
I put his hand on top of my head, earning a moan. Wesley threaded his fingers through my hair, not pulling or tugging, just…holding.
He bared his teeth, breaths coming loud and hard, his cock throbbing against the palm of my hand. He hadn’t been joking earlier when he said he was close, and I got the impression the conversation was only bringing him closer to the edge.
“Colin, I…” Wesley trailed off, flexing his fingers in my hair. I could feel his nails against my scalp, the tension in his grip barely restrained. “You look so fucking hot like this.”
I huffed a breath, turning away from his face and looking down at his cock. We’d been together for a couple of weeks, almost every night, but that was the first time he’d said anything like that to me. I tucked it away for later and took a deep breath, bowing down lower and using the tip of my tongue to wipe the sticky pool of precum off the slit of his dick.
“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.” He arched off the couch, sliding his cockhead against my lips.
With my free hand, I urged him back down and licked him again, then licked my lips and sealed them around the head of his dick. His cock felt bigger in my mouth, hotter and, honestly, dangerous. I let my head drop down, lips dragging down the length of his erection until the tip of his dick poked the back of my mouth and my lips met my fingers. I moved back up and down, testing out ways to use my tongue and finding out what happened if I hollowed my cheeks and really sucked on him.
Wesley’s little moans and gasps sounded desperate, and I could feel him fighting against my hand, trying to buck his way deeper into my mouth. He was hard, and my own cock ached, dragging across the front of my couch while I bobbed up and down on him. His breath turned punchy, and I took my hand away, taking as much of his length into my mouth as I could, pushing past my gag reflex and ignoring the tears that pooled in the corners of my eyes.
“Colin, I’m…” He didn’t get the rest of the warning out, but we’d already had the conversation. We’d already agreed. He pulled on my hair, yanking my head up a couple of inches, his hips followed, making up the difference. He was silent when he came, the hot jets of cum splattering against the roof of my mouth and my tongue. The salty liquid was sticky and hot, almost scalding as he emptied into the back of my mouth.
With his cock still between my lips, I swallowed so I didn’t drool, and the tightness of my throat must have felt good because he finally made a noise, another unexpected shout of pleasure followed by one last burst of release onto my tongue. I swallowed again, shifting back and letting his cock fall out of my mouth.
Wesley was nowhere near limp, his cock bright red and shiny from spit, pointing toward my ceiling like some kind of beacon. I licked my lips and took a deep breath, really enjoying the way I could taste him even after I’d swallowed.
“You good?” I returned my hands to his legs, stroking from his knees to the tops of his thighs and back down again.
Wesley had dropped his head against the back of the couch and covered his eyes with his forearm. He managed to offer me a nod, and I smiled, leaning to the side and kissing his denim-clad knee.
“Are you?” he asked, the words barely coherent for how slurred they were.
“I’m good,” I promised. “But you look like you need a snack and some water.”
He laughed, letting his arm fall away so he could seek out my stare. The weight of his blue gaze was heavy, almost penetrating, saying things neither of us had any place even thinking. Who were we to entertain those ideas? Two virgins sneaking around behind his brother’s back is who we were. Not the best or most solid foundation to a relationship, but after what we’d just done, I’d be damned if I gave it up without a fight.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Wesley
I wokeup with Colin’s sweaty and bare chest plastered against my back, his arm slung over my side. It was comforting and uncomfortable all at the same time. I’d never spent the night with someone before him, but I’d quickly gotten used to sharing space…and blankets. I tried to keep quiet and roll onto my back, but the move roused him and his arm tightened around me.
“If you’re awake before me, it’s too early,” he mumbled into my shoulder.
I glanced up at the digital clock on his bedside table. “It’s quarter to seven.”
He tensed, then straightened and stretched with a loud yawn.
“Late for you?” I asked.
“I’m normally up at six during the week,” he said.
“Seems unnecessary.”
“We can’t all be blessed with the genetics of a twenty year-old.” As if to prove his point, he skated his hand down my stomach and beneath the sheets. He didn’t hesitate to grab my cock, and I closed my eyes with a sleepy groan.
“Or the stamina,” I added, for good measure.
“Are you saying you could come again?”
“I’m hard, aren’t I?”
