“So,” he continues, lips moving over my chin to the corner of my mouth. “What do you think? Will you let me?”
Lethim?
“Jesus fuck, yes.” Obviously, I’m feeling particularly eloquent today.
He pulls away, face hovering above mine, and I imagine he’s smiling roguishly at me. We work together to get my pants off, and while I usually let them pool at my ankles, he goes a step further and takes them off me entirely. He yanks my shoes off, too. I’m not much more naked than I was ten seconds ago, but I feel a lot more exposed. Which is ridiculous, of course — he can’t even see me.
He wraps a big hand around each of my thighs and spreads them wide. His soft hair brushes the top of my leg, and I breathe faster. He’s there. His head is between my legs, and he’s going to —
The first thing I feel is the hot mist of his breath against my dick, which goes from half-hard to rock solid in a second.
Then, with no warning, I feel something warm and wet press against the slit.
Oh,god. It’s not an especially pressing touch. In fact, it’s barely there, but the suddenness takes me aback. He laps at the head a few times and then holds the base of my cock, like he needs to keep it steady.
“I’m a bit shy,” he whispers, then pushes his tongue harder against the tip.
“Don’t be.” My words are strangled.
“I did…” he tongue swirls around the head, “some research. Like, I searched up tips and stuff.”
“I did, too,” I manage.
“You did?”
“Of course.” Part of me wants to beg him to lick me again, but I hold myself together long enough to finish what I meant to say. “If you’re going to do something, you might as well be the best at it.”
I’ve barely finished the sentence when his entire mouth envelops the end of my cock, and I’m incapable of forming words. Distantly, I’m aware I’m making noise, and clasp a hand over my mouth because the last thing we need is to draw attention to this storeroom.
He sucks, and my entire body tenses. Then he pulls off, and I think I have a moment of respite, time to gather myself and try to look somewhat dignified when his tongue starts flicking up and down the length. I realise just how well R knows my body because after he’s got the length slick, he focuses on my frenulum, and I know it’s only a matter of time before I come.
He licks and teases, and occasionally wet noises escape him, like my cock got particularly sloppy in his mouth, and my balls tighten.
“I’m going to cum,” I grunt, and the last thing I’m conscious of is his mouth sealing around the end of my cock as the orgasm shatters through me.
As I’m coming down from the overwhelming sensation of pleasure, I realise he’s coughing.
“Shit,” I say, scrambling into an upright position. “Are you alright?”
He clears his throat. “I’m okay.”
“I’m sorry. I should’ve given you more warning.”
“You gave me enough. I’m fine. I promise.” He laughs softly. “I’m pleased, actually.”
“About what?”
“That. I’m proud I could do it.”
“You were fucking amazing.”
He laughs again. “I don’t think I’ve heard you curse as much as this afternoon.”
“Usually, I’m more composed,” I say.
If I could see him, I bet he’d be smiling.
“Alright,” I say, pushing his chest back so he’s lying down. “Your turn.”
