When we returned from the diner, my dad said he was going to hang out with his best friend, Clyde, which is code for he’s leaving us alone in the house.
I can’t believe how lucky I am that my dad is so cool about Mik and me being together. There are rules, such as waiting until we’re eighteen to have sex, but he trusts us both, so we can make out in my bedroom with the door closed.
“I’ve been thinking about how much I want to blow you,” I say.
“Christ.” He almost trips over his own feet.
“If you break your neck, there won’t be any blowies. Just an emergency room trip.”
He laughs. “Then don’t tell me stuff like that when we’re on the stairs.”
We get in the room and close the door behind us, just in case my dad comes home early.
Mik sits on the bed, and I straddle him. Our mouths clash in a needy kiss.
He tastes like syrup and coffee, and I melt into his hard body like a spoonful of butter on a hot pancake.
“Tell me again,” he rasps as his lips brush over my chin. I turn my head to give him better access to my neck. I move my hips against his, feeling his hard-on beneath his clothes.
“Tell you what?”
“What you’ve been thinking about all day.”
I push his chest until he’s flat on the bed, and it’s my turn to kiss him. His shirt is the first thing to go.
“Take yours off,” he demands, his hands landing on my ass and pushing me hard against him. I pull my shirt off in one go and search for his lips.
He’s so addictive. It’s been two years since our first kiss, but I’ll never get tired of kissing Mik, tasting him, and watching all the ways in which he comes undone.
“Fuck, Mik. I need more.” I get up on my knees and remove my jeans and underwear. He does the same, and when we’re both naked, he flips us so he’s on top.
He kisses my chest, and I know there will be a mark where he’s been.
“God, Ty, you taste so good.”
“Mik, please.”
His lips move down until his breath is on my dick. The warmth from it is almost enough for me to blow, but I’d known this would happen, so I jerked off in the shower this morning to lose the edge.
With Mik’s lips about to be wrapped around my dick, I don’t think it would matter if I’d jerked twenty more times today.
When he finally does it, it takes everything for me not to thrust into his mouth.
“Oh fuck, fuck. Mik…ngh…”
The heat, the suction. It’s perfect. Why haven’t we been breaking all the rules?
Oh god, the sloppy sounds coming from his mouth.
“Mik, I’m so close.”
I don’t know if he’ll pull off to jerk me, but I get my answer a second later when one of his arms disappears from under him.
His body moves against the bedsheets as he moans against my cock. The sound, the vibration, the heat, everything’s too much.
I barely shout that I’m coming before I do. I lose control as my orgasm takes over and I spill into his mouth. Mik takes it all without spilling a drop.
My brain scrambles to find words or sounds to express how amazing it was when Mik shouts his release, biting my thigh as he comes.
