He moved his hands all over my body while he worked. It wasn’t fair how he could make me feel so good in so many places at once; I would have to return the favor.
I couldn’t even remember what all we’d done last night, but I certainly knew I was going to suck him off better than whatever had happened last night. It would get me fucking charged, and it was the least that I could do for how—
It was happening.
The tension was building.
“Fuck, Zack,” I gasped.
I wasn’t even sure if those were the actual words I said. It just sounded like something I might have said, and with how I was going, approximation was as good as the real thing.
All of my being concentrated on that one spot where the tension reached a crescendo. For the briefest of moments, it felt like everything hung in the balance. If he just…one more…just…
And then he pressed his tongue hard onto my clit, licked upward, and that did me in. My whole body gushed with orgasm. I had to grab a pillow and squeeze it so I could grabsomething,or my arms would just yank at thin air. Oh, fuck me, yes!
When I came down, I was panting like I’d just run a marathon. Zack sat back, making a show of licking his lips, like he was saying, “Look how good you taste.” It was all just…I mean…fuck, I was out of words.
“Come here,” I finally said after I’d recovered just enough to get a hold of myself. “You took charge last night and just now. It’s time for you to rest a little.”
“Oh, I got plenty of—oh…”
His words trailed off when my hand found his cock and began stroking.The joys of young guys, I thought with a smile. I moved in to kiss him, still stroking his thick, hard cock in my hands. I couldn’t wait to have him inside of me, but first, I’d get him inside my mouth just a bit.
I pushed him to his back, kept my hand on him, and moved some kisses up and down his body, just as he had to me. It wasn’t quite going to be a mirror performance, but I was going to make damn sure he felt as good as I did.
When I got to his cock, I went slowly at first. I was getting off myself a bit from seeing how Zack reacted, and to be honest, there was a pretty strong emotional component to it too. After what had happened last time in the house, it was nice to see someone having waited for me—and then, not only had he waited, he’d pleasured me more or less within a minute of waking up.
How could I not want to make sure he had the most blissful experience of his life?
I started to pick up the pace once I felt like I had a good rhythm going. Zack’s groans got louder, and I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth. He wasn’t near orgasm, but he was certainly getting harder and harder by the moment.
“God, I want to fuck you so bad.”
The first time he said that, I ignored it. I was controlling how this would go, not him.
The second time he said that, I looked up at his eyes, smiled, and went right back to sucking him off.
Finally, the third time he said that, I figured if I didn’t let him fuck me then, he’d finish in my mouth. And while I had no qualms with such a thing happening, I did want him inside of me too. I just didn’t want him to finish there.
“The magic third time,” I said.
I pulled him out of my mouth, crawled forward, and swung my legs over him.
“Like last night, though,” I said.
“Of course,” he said. “You think I want to graduate with bread in the oven?”
I was in such a horny state that I didn’t differentiate metaphor from literal for a few seconds.
“You are ridiculous,” I said when I finally registered what he was saying.
I grabbed his cock, slid him inside of me, and clenched my hands around his chest as I felt his girth move into me.
Fuck, I was sober last night, and I remembered everything, but this…what could I say other than how good this felt? This was fucking bliss. This wasn’t just sex; this was mutual pleasure of the greatest fucking kind possible.
I looked down into those dark eyes of his as I rolled my hips over him, and…yeah, I was caught in the moment, but I wanted him.
I didn’t mean for the moment.
