“Do you know how perfect you are?” I ask him.
“I’m not perfect,” he says.
“You are,” I reiterate, then dip down to feast on his neck. He’d have to be in order for me to risk it all. I’ve looked this through. This doesn’t end well for either of us. Heartbreak would be the easy way out.
“We can make this work,” Connor says. “I want to do this for us.”
He places his hand on my shoulder and pushes me away from him, then uses that leverage to flip us over. To be fair, I went willingly instead of using my extra strength to keep him pinned underneath me.
“I want to do this for you,” he says and begins to slide down my body. When he reaches the buckle on my belt, he unhooks it then undoes the button of my pants.
I lift an eyebrow up at him. “Are we still talking about giving this relationship a shot?”
“Yes.” He continues to work towards pulling my cock out of its confines.
I give him some mercy and lift my hips making the task easier for him so he can slide my pants off. When my erection is free, he’s quick to wrap his hand around it before he dips his head down and licks the head.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Had I known this was what calling you my boyfriend would do, I’d have said it back in Las Vegas.”
His skin flushes and he looks up at me while my cock is still in his mouth. My breath hitches. The power he has over me right now while also looking so vulnerable needs to be studied. It’s almost too much to bear.
I reach for his face with my hand and slide my thumb over his skin. I can feel my rigid dick below the surface of the flesh of his cheek.
“You’re so good,” I say when I get my breath back. “Too good.”
I slide my hand into his hair and thread my fingers through the silky strands while he goes back to working my cock with his hand and his mouth. I’ve always been someone who has control over my body, but right now, if he keeps this up, I’m going to blow before I’m ready. Before I’ve had the opportunity to return the favor.
“Take off your clothes,” I command.
He pulls his lips off my dick but keep stroking me with his hand. “No. This is for you.”
I laugh as a wave of pleasure surges through me. “If this was really for me, you’d take your pants off and come up here to straddle my face.”
His eyes go wide like this is an option he hadn’t thought of. With his free hand, he clumsily works on getting himself free from his own pants.
When his dick is free, my mouth waters. That right there. That’s what I want. I beckon him to me and help him position himself so that his legs are on either side of my head and his erection is hovering over my mouth. I lick the head, pulling the collected drop of pre-cum from the slit onto my tongue.
Connor gasps. “That’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair?” I ask, then lick the head again.
“I wanted to do this for you. Let you know that we’re in this together.”
“Do you think I don’t know that?”
He’s crazy if he thinks I don’t. I can tell by the way he’s been looking at me since the moment I came out of Coach Chris’s office that he’s in this with me. All it would take is for me to give him the nod and he’d jump right into the fire his father set ablaze.
But I don’t want him to do that. I want him to protect himself. It’s not too late for him; he doesn’t need to jump into this mess with me. Not publicly, at least.
“Connor.” I place my hands on his waist and use them to gently bend him forward so his lips hover over my rock-hard dick. He grabs a hold of it again and begins to stroke it. “You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
I slide my hands back down his body and place them on his hips, then use my strength to press his body down, placing his cock into my waiting open mouth. I engulf him completely, taking a deep breath of the soft hair of his inner thighs. With my hands I hold him there, swirling my tongue around his hard length.
He finally takes my cock back into his mouth. This time I can’t control myself. My hips begin to buck. The slide of his hand around my shaft and the warm wet heat of his mouth is criminally good. Nothing should ever feel this indulgent.
I release his dick from my mouth to moan out praise. “Fuck, Connor. You’re so good at this. Just like that.”
He hums, sending vibrations around my dick. I buck harder and faster, chasing my orgasm. I’m close. But I need to get him to his climax first. So I slide his dick back into my mouth and go to work. With each swirl of my tongue over the head of his dick, he moans. And finally, his hips begin to move as well, grinding himself on my face.
