A shocked laugh spilled out of me, even as I wrapped my arms around him. “I don’t think anybody’s ever called them that before.”
“I have an oral fixation, especially with nipples, and I will not apologize for it,” he said, his voice muffled.
I grimaced, admitting, “I don’t think I’ve ever had someone give more than passing attention to my nipples.”
He made a growling sound and smashed his face even harder against my chest. “I am about to open up an entire universe for you,” he promised before stepping back enough to run his nose over a taut, fabric-covered bud.
“Shit.” I gripped his shoulders. “I felt that in my balls.”
“You like that?” he asked, looking up through his lashes at me as his fingers found each nipple, pinching and twisting them lightly over my shirt.
“More than I would’ve guessed.” I groaned, hyperaware of how hard I’d gotten.
He dropped his fingers to the bulge in my jeans, caressing it. “Can I take care of that for you?”
“Please,” I begged, unable to speak much more than that.
Opening my trousers, he dipped his hand into my underwear, gripping me tight as he stretched up for a kiss.
I pressed him against the counter, trapping his hand as I pumped my hips. “Need it,” I whispered as he tightened his grip and began to slide up and down my shaft.
I realized belatedly that he was cut and I wasn’t, and I wondered if he…oh. Yeah, he seemed to know what to do with an intact cock. He pulled back, dribbling a bit of spit on the head. He then dragged the foreskin up and around it, spreading the spit around while blowing my fucking mind.
“You like this, big boy?”
“Sev,” I grunted in agreement.
Speeding up his hand, he tightened his grip ever so slightly, rolling my foreskin over the head even better than I could’ve done for myself.
“About to g-g-get messy,” I gritted out, unable to stop where we were going.
Kneeling quickly, he swallowed me and my knees nearly buckled. I reached out, grabbing the counter, bridging over his head as he took me all the way to the back of his throat. His hands encouraged my hips to move, so I rolled them once, twice, and then—fuck—I was gone.Sogone. His whining pitched up as I unloaded down the back of his throat.
“Fuck me spi-spinning.”
That’s about as elegant as I could be after coming that hard.
He smiled up at me, then kissed the tip of my cock and tucked me away, fixing my clothes as he stood. His thumbs automatically sought out my sensitive nipples, rubbing the fabric over them. I jerked but didn’t pull away, needing thissensation in my life. We kissed a bit more until finally he stepped back.
“Sadly, the steak is rested enough. We don’t want it to get cold,” he said, sounding like he really hated taking his hands off my body.
I reached for the salad bowl and held it tight against my chest, as if to protect myself. “Can’t have that.”
Sev grabbed the platter and I followed him to a small dining table already set with pretty white plates and aggressive steak knives.
Dinner was amazing. Stunning. The best salad I’d ever had, the best steak I’d ever had, the best blow job I’d ever had. At the end he reached out and grabbed my hand.
“You’ve been a little quiet. Are you okay?”
I laughed and pushed my completely empty dinner plate away from me.
“No, ass-asshole. Asshole. I’m just?—”
Fuck, the word was stuck, and the creaky clicking in the back of my throat meant that the word wasn’t going to be appearing anytime soon.
I ground my molars, shaking my head.
“I—”
