He pulls away for a second, just long enough to say, “You can hold my head and fuck my mouth. I’ll tap your thigh if I need to stop.”
It’s all the invitation I need.
I release the mattress so I can sink my fingers into his blond curls, and then I thrust hard into his mouth. He gags just a little, but he doesn’t tap my thigh, so I keep going. I fuck hismouth, feeling the head of my cock on the back of his throat. I’m careful to guide him off frequently enough that he never gasps for air, but it nearly kills me every time.
When I pull him off this time, he lifts a hand and swipes his index finger along my cock, gathering spit and precum. Then his hands move up my thighs to circle my body. One of his hands slides down the back of my pants, and I feel that slick finger in my crease.
I grunt and shift forward enough to give him access.
Sam’s long finger pushes deep in me, and my hips buck of their own accord. I usually like being the one to shove some fingers in another guy’s ass, but I’ve never shied away from being the one to receive it either. And Sam is fucking perfect at it. He doesn’t tease or give me any build up. He knows exactly what I need.
His finger wiggles further inside, and I lift my hips to grind against his face.
“God fucking damn,” I groan, holding his head in place as my balls draw up. I tug on his hair to let him know what’s coming, though I’m sure he’s already well aware. He doesn’t back down. If anything, he redoubles his efforts, sucking harder and working his finger as deep into me as it can go.
My hips snap one last time, and then I’m coming with a shout, spilling my load down Sam’s throat. He takes every drop I give him, sucking all of it down as my ass spasms over and over around his finger.
He doesn’t pull away until I’m completely soft, and even then, it’s slow. Like he doesn’t want to let go.
He sits back on his heels to look up at me. His lips are swollen and red, and his pupils are blown wide. His cock is straining against the zipper of his jeans, but he doesn’t make a move to touch himself.
I don’t take the time to put myself back together. I get down on the floor with him and give him a push to get him to lie back on the white rug underneath him.
“You don’t have to—” It’s all I let him get out before I’m wrestling those tight jeans down his legs. I bring his boxers with them, and then it’s just pure Sam. His hands immediately move to cover himself, but I catch his wrists.
He stares up at me, his eyes wide. He looks so vulnerable, and it’s obvious he feels that way too.
“It’s all up to you,” I say, even though I’m pretty sure I might spend this whole week doing nothing but taking cold showers if I can’t touch him.
Sam hesitates a second longer, then he nods quickly. When I move his arms to his sides, he doesn’t try to cover himself again.
What I really want is to sit here for a few minutes and admire his gorgeous body, but staring would only make him uncomfortable.
Instead, I lower my head and swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, teasing him with little licks and sucks that have his thighs quivering on either side of my head.
He sucks in a startled gasp when I move down, licking the underside and the large vein that runs along it.
I swipe my thumb along the head of his cock, gathering precum. “Look at me, Sam.”
He lifts his head to stare down at me, and I watch his face as I press my thumb into his ass.
He cries out, his body trembling. His cock juts up between his legs, begging for attention, so I go back to it. When he lays his head back down again, his legs relax on either side of me, giving me more room.
I suck on the head before taking more into my mouth. His hips lift, so I apply the slightest amount of pressure with my thumb, and he drops back to the floor with a whimper.
I move my mouth down, licking his balls before gently tugging one into my mouth to suck on like the sweetest piece of hard candy I’ve ever tasted.
“Oh, God.” His voice is shaky, his fingers digging into the rug.
“Sweetheart, you haven’t felt anything yet,” I murmur before taking his cock in my mouth all the way down to the base.
“Fuck, ah!” His legs jerk, but I ignore the movement, focusing on the precum coating my tongue and the back of my throat as I pull him in deeper.
Sam’s hips buck again, his ass clenching tight around my thumb. He’s caught between fucking my mouth and wanting to grind down on my thumb. He alternates between the two, his breath coming in short pants that have me growing hard all over again.
He grinds his ass against my thumb, and I press it in as deep as it can go so I can brush his prostate.
Sam whimpers and lifts his hips again, shoving his cock further down my throat. My eyes water from the pressure, but I don’t back down. I want him to know I’ll take care of him. I’ll do this for hours if he wants me to.
