He looks at me with hooded eyes, his gaze traveling down my body, coming to rest on my cock, which is still obviously hard in my shorts.
He licks his lips, reaching for me. “Mmm. My turn now,” he says.
I step out of his reach with a teasing smile on my face.
“Nope, come with me to the bedroom. I don’t know about you, but my knees are too old for this kind of fun on a hard floor. We’re taking this to the bed. I refuse to rush this.”
His eyes flash with desire as he stands, taking a moment to discard his shirt before following me into the bedroom I claimed earlier.
We stand in front of each other for a few moments. It's almost unbearably sexy to stand there fully dressed while Martin is completely naked.
As hot as it is, though, I’m more interested in getting naked so I can feel his skin against mine, so I reach back between my shoulders to pull my shirt over my head.
He licks his lips as he takes me in, and then steps forward, running his hands over my pecs. My eyes flutter shut. Feeling his hands on me is like heaven.
Wordlessly, he undoes my shorts and they fall to the floor around my feet. I step out of them without breaking eye contact. He steps into my space, but to my dismay, avoids my aching, straining cock. Instead, he turns us before pushing me gently backward until my calves hit the bed. I sit on the edge, but he keeps pushing at my shoulders.
“Scoot back to the pillows,” he directs. “I want you to be comfortable. Because I plan on taking my time. Did you bring supplies?"
"In the bedside drawer," I groan, and slide back so my head is on the pillows, and he wastes no time climbing onto the bed and straddling me, his knees on either side of my hips.
He plants his mouth on mine and lets out a sexy as fuck groan. “Oh, god, I can taste myself on you,” he whispers hoarsely.
Fuck, that’s hot.I moan into his mouth as his tongue probes deeper.
I grab his hips, pulling him down, his cock sliding against mine, and we both moan at the delicious friction. He breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down my neck, sucking a mark into the sensitive skin just below my ear.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “Can’t get enough of you.”
He rocks his hips again, dragging the length of his cock against mine, and I dig my fingers into the firm globes of his ass to pull him closer. He lets out a breathy chuckle against my collarbone.
“Easy, love. We’ve got all night, remember? Let me take care of you properly.”
With that, he shifts lower, placing hot open-mouthed kisses down my chest and abdomen. My cock twitches and strains toward him as he settles between my spread thighs, those gorgeous green eyes locked on mine as he licks a wet stripe up the underside of my shaft.
The way he’s looking at me, like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever seen, is so intense it’s almost a physical sensation. His tongue swirls around the head of my cock and I let out a low groan, fisting my hands in the sheets.
He takes me deeper into his mouth and I have to squeeze my eyes shut at the incredible wet heat surrounding me. He bobs his head, his cheeks hollowed, and I feel the pressure building already. “Fuck, Martin…gonna come too fast if you keep that up,” I rasp out in warning.
He pulls off with a wicked grin, giving me a chance to catch my breath. “Easy there. Told you I plan on taking my time.” He licks a long stripe up the underside of my shaft and I shudder. “Want you nice and relaxed for what I have in mind next.”
I groan, my hips bucking involuntarily as he continues his exquisite torture. His tongue traces patterns along my cock, teasing and tantalizing. I’m torn between wanting to let go and the orgasm to overtake me, and holding back, trying to savor every second of this pleasure.
“Martin,” I gasp, threading my fingers through his hair. “You’re driving me crazy.”
He looks up at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “That’s the idea, love.”
Without warning, he takes me deep into the back of his throat, and I cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation. My toes curl as he works me with his mouth, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, intense suction.
I’m teetering on the edge, my breath coming in short pants. “Fuck, I’m close… I’m gonna-”
He pulls off suddenly, leaving me aching and desperate. I whimper at the loss of contact, but he just grins, crawling back up my body.
“Not yet,” Martin whispers with a wicked smile.
My whole body thrums with need, every nerve ending on fire. I groan in frustration, my hips lifting off the bed, seeking friction.
“Oh, god, please,” I pant, not caring how desperate I sound.
