He’s naked too, and he wears it well. He wears his nudity sweetly, almost kindly. He’s exactly the same naked as he is with his clothes on. Calm and comfortable. Personable in the extreme.
I can’t look at him without smiling.
He’s also so sexy I don’t know what to do with myself. I want what we’ve already done, but I also want more. I want unnamed things I don’t remember consciously wanting before. I want my hands on his body. My mouth on his mouth. My mouth on his neck. On his chest. On his belly. And more.
I want my cock pressed against his, and I also want it inside him.
That’s not all, though, because for the first time, I realize I want all those things from him too.
He runs his hands lightly down my inner thighs, looks up at me, and smiles. He looks so fucking happy between my legs thatmy cock strains on my stomach, a hard offer that’s easy to make. My heart beats in anticipation, and my breathing quickens as he leans down and runs his nose along my shaft.
“I like this,” he murmurs softly, following the vein that runs up it.
He makes this adorable little sound, and it kills me. It breaks me open and makes laughter peal out of me.
He laughs too. A soft, spluttery sound that fades when he licks me. It fades more when he takes me into his mouth. His lips are puffy, bruised from my kisses, and they suck me with exactly the amount of pressure required to snap my laughter into uneven pieces and replace it with broken moans.
He uses his mouth and his hands. Then his mouth only. He pushes himself down on me slowly, steadily. Taking so much of me that my fingers and toes curl. His mouth is a planet. A galaxy. A soft, wet world I didn’t know existed.
He bobs his head and flicks his eyes up at me as he does it. His mouth is full. Lips stretched tightly around my cock, cheeks hollowed. Our gazes meet and sizzle.
There’s something completely disarming about the way he looks at me. There’s no pretense about it. No attempt to be seductive or sexy.
The result is one of the most seductive things I’ve ever seen.
He does it again. And again. Slowly. Leisurely. There’s no rush. No end. No destination. Only his mouth, his tongue, and the ragged sounds he ekes out of me.
I watch him the whole time. His mouth, of course, but also his eyes. Also his cheeks, bulging and dipping.
“Do you like it?” I ask.
“Mm,” he hums around my head, nodding and sucking at the same time.
It takes me a second to recover, but I manage. “As much as getting it?”
He looks up and blitzes me with a sea-green city. A peaceful place thrumming with electricity.
“More,” he replies thickly. He licks my tip, his tongue haphazardly bathing the line of my slit. Reason comes a little more unstuck each time he does it. He swallows my head, holding it for a few beats before releasing it with a soft pop. “I like giving it more than I like getting it…and I like getting it a whole fucking lot.”
Oh great.
Now I know Connor likes having his cock sucked. I mean, it’s not really groundbreaking information. Most guys like it. It feels fucking good, so of course, most guys like it. It’s just that knowinghelikes it, when he’s someone I’m with, someone I’m kissing and getting naked with, makes the information hit different.
Because he is who he is, he gets in my head and reads my mind. “No pressure,” he says quietly. “No pressure ever. Okay? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, and you definitely don’t have to do anything because I’ve done it to you, or because I’ve told you I like it.”
“It’s not that.” As I hear the words, the truth they deliver becomes conscious. Real. Known thoughts and feelings rather than abstract ones. “I want to do it. To you. I want to do all the things with you, Con… I just don’t want to be shitty at it.”
Connor starts giggling, dropping my cock onto my belly and looking up at me. “Dude, Imma level with you,” he says, shrugging broadly. “I have the biggest crush ever on you. Seriously, I’mdown bad. There’s literally not a thing you could do to me naked that I wouldn’t love. I can guaran-goddamn-tee it.”
He dips his head again, closing his eyes as he goes back to work. This time, I card my fingers in his hair and let my own eyes slide shut too. I don’t watch. I don’t think. All I do is feel.
The pleasure, when it lands, is eyewatering. Shattering. Absolutely shattering. Sharp shards of sensation that plunge into me and flow straight to my heart. It wrecks me. Rocks me. Leaving me hoarse and legless beneath him.
Psychedelic colors swirl around the room, faster and faster, and faster still.
I open my eyes and breathe in, and everything goes black.
I’ve never come like that before. So hard my psyche has been reset. So hard, I don’t know who or where I am.
