“Are you sure?” he asks. “I don’t want you to feel obligated.”
“I’m sure,” I say.
He unzips his pants for me, and I take them off before running my hands up both his legs. I can feel his hair stand up on end. Goosebumps.
“Cold?” I ask.
“No,” he says. “Your hands are warm.”
I bring my face to where I think his cock is, and it bumps me in the cheek. Right. I’ve located it now. I hold the base of him still with my thumb and forefinger and bring my face close. He has a faint masculine musky scent, but when I tongue him, he tastes like skin.
He’s breathing in and out slowly and controlled. I take my time getting used to licking him and then try to fit it in my mouth. It’s difficult. I’ve never tried to fit something so long in my mouth before — not a banana or an icy pole or anything.
His entire body shifts with his inhale.
“This is hard,” I murmur. “I think my mouth’s going to hurt by the end of this.”
“Don’t push yourself,” he says.
But I want him to feel as good as he made me feel. I suck in a few deep breaths to prepare myself, then I slide my lips over the head of his dick, taking care not to scrape him with my teeth, and suck. With a hand, I start jerking the rest of him.
He stays composed for a few seconds more, which makes me wonder whether I’m doing a terrible job. Then his left leg twitches, widening so he’s spread out even more for me.
“God,” he moans. “I— I wish I knew your name so I could use it.”
In reply, I up the pace of my hand, rotating it so every bit of his shaft is massaged.
His legs involuntarily shake, and his hand snakes down to find my hand, the one that isn’t jacking him off. He weaves his fingers with mine, and despite the cock in my mouth, my stomach flips at the sweetness of the motion. Him, holding my hand while I suck him off…it’s weirdly romantic.
His hand tightens, holding me so tight it might cut off my circulation. “I’m gonna — I’m gonna come soon,” he whispers, his voice slightly higher than usual.
Not wanting to ruin his orgasm, I keep up the pace my hand’s been moving at, and my lips remain around his cock. The only thing I do is tighten them a little so there’s no chance of any leakage. I have Physics after this, and I would rather not go to class with remnants of cum on my chin.
Suddenly, his hips jerk upwards as he shoots on my tongue. There’s not a lot — nothing like the ridiculous amounts you see in porn — so it’s easy to swallow.
I gently take my mouth off him and let go of his softening dick. “Was that okay?” I ask.
“Mm-hmm.” He inhales shakily, then touches my hand. “Lie down with me.”
I do. Without meaning to, we’re facing each other.
“Can we cuddle?” he murmurs.
My stomach flips. “Sure,” I say, and am relieved my voice is nonchalant.
His arms come around me, and he pulls me close. Since we’re the same height, my face is near his. We’ve kissed heaps of times, so it shouldn’t bother me, but I wiggle down anyway so I’m facing his chest, and our bare legs tangle together.
We don’t talk. I calculate how much time I have left until I have to go and try to enjoy the moment until then.
“Any plans for the holidays?” Aaron asks me in Maths. It’s the final week of term, and Mrs Johns has spent the class handing out thick piles of practice exams from past years for us to do over the holidays.
“Just working and studying,” I say.
“Yeah, pretty much the same,” he says. “Where do you work?”
“At a shoe shop. I was considering getting a second job for the holidays, but nowhere will hire me for three weeks.” I shrug.
“I thought you would’ve studied the whole holidays.”
