Chapter Fifteen
Then
It takes me a few minutes to finally scoop my brain back into my skull. My cock, however, recovers almost immediately, chubbing when Chris kisses me. He finally lets me start unbuttoning his shirt. I do so slowly, kissing his chest as I bare every inch of flesh. I want to explore him, absorb every taste and sensation, every inch of his body.
I’ve nevertouched another man before. Not like this. I want this memory to live with me for the rest of my life.
Disney touts the magic of love at first sight in pretty much every single movie they’ve ever made. So why not for two guys?
Or, at least forme. I don’t know how Christopher feels about me, but guessing from the hard cock in his shorts, I have his interest, so I’ll start with that.
While Ikiss my way down his chest, he apparently knows what to do with his hands. He strokes my head, my hair, my shoulders. He manhandles me once more, pulling me up so he can kiss me before he lets me descend again.
When I make it to his shorts, he sits up and scoots back against the headboard with pillows behind him so he can really watch me. The intensity in his expression isn’t one of a guy aboutto get laid—it’s a guy watching someone open a present.
And it feels like that for me, too.
I think about how sexy it was watching him watch me when our positions were reversed, and I watch him now. Like we’re stuck in an endless feedback loop, our need and fire stoking each other, building, impossibly intense and scorching and yet keeping both of us tightly revolving around each other.
Yep.I think I want me a secret DC boyfriend.
I have to watch what I’m doing as I unfasten his shorts and slowly ease them open, because I don’t want to catch his dick in the zipper, duh. As I reveal him, I get my first up-close look at another guy’s cock. He’s cut, like I am, but he’s a little longer and thicker, with a slight curve up and to the left.
I’m honestly at a loss about what I want todo first. There’s just too many options and vapor lock hits my brain. I help him pull his shorts off and I toss them behind me, forgotten as soon as they leave my hand.
He trims his pubes short—note to self, dothat—and I lower my lips to the underside of his shaft, just below the head, and press a reverent kiss there.
I’m a novice worshipper desperate to please this perfect god made flesh.
Apparently, I do. Please him, that is. Chris resumes stroking my shoulders, my head, my face as I slowly work my way up and down the underside of his cock with licks and kisses without sucking it down yet. I need a moment to build up to that. I desperately don’t want to screw this up.
He smells warm, musky, and I hope when I go to sleep tonight snuggled next to him that I’ll smell like him. Iwant to rub my face all over him, so I do that, too, prompting a laugh from him.
Whoops. I realize I’d wanted to watch him, but I’d become…distracted.
When I look up, I find fire still burning in those sexy green eyes of his, but he also wears a smile that makes my cock give another twitch.
“Don’t worry about getting it perfect, baby.” He reaches down and cups my face. “I want you to have fun.”
And…I do. I lick and suck on the head, amazed that his pre-cum tastes different than I do. I never thought about that before, really. His balls hang lower and looser than mine do, and I have fun playing with them, too. I want to explore every nook and cranny of this man’s body, but especially I want to learn how to make him feel good. I mean, yeah, I’m sure I have the basic principle down, sinceI kind of have the same equipment.
I still want tolearn.
I want topleasehim.
Working up the courage to go down on him comes along with me looking up and seeing how his lower lip is now caught under his teeth. Like he’s holding himself back with me. Even his hand on my head trembles as if he’s forcing himself not to grab my face and fuck my mouth.
Thatthought makes my cock twitch again.
I take my time, slowly rolling my tongue over his shaft, using my hands, enjoying every rough moan and ragged breath I pull from him as I do. I feel…powerful. That’s not a feeling I’m used to having.
Not a feeling I’ve ever had before.
It’s heady, nearly as intoxicating as breathing his scent deep into my lungs.
Looking up, I find his gaze lays heavy and hooded on me.
“Yeah,” he hoarsely says.“I want to fuck your mouth, baby. That’s something we’ll be doing this week. Not tonight. This week I’ll teach you how to deep-throat me all the way to my balls.”
