So far, Brandon had been an excellent teacher. Showing me the perfect ways to get us both off.
Using my hair, he guided my mouth back down onto him. I sucked him in greedily, happy to hear that soft hitch in his breathing as he buried his cock deeper down my throat.
The sensation was overwhelming. Having another man’s cock tickling the back of my throat wasn’t something I ever thought I’d be capable of being into, let alone readily drop to my knees for the second I’d caught sight of Brandon growing hard after I’d locked the door behind me.
But as Brandon’s desperate moans pitched higher and higher each time my throat tightened around him as he slowly worked himself in and out of my wet mouth, the more I wanted from him. To suck him dry, fuck him deep, get us both off until we were twitching messes on the floor.
“You look so damn good right now,” Brandon mumbled. His face was flushed, eyes half-hooded with desire. I loved him looking at me like that—barely contained and ready to blow at any second.
After unbuttoning my pants and shoving them down partially, I gripped my own aching cock in my hand to stroke it in time with the rolling of Brandon’s hips.
Fuckthat felt good.
“That’s it,” he murmured to me. “Keep touching yourself, baby. I want us to come together.”
How the hell did I ever miss this side of Brandon growing up? That he had such a filthy mouth but still said it in the sweetest of ways?
I’d never been into dirty talk before this, or being praised, and yet those words spilling past his lips were fanning the flames inside of me.
I let him take control, fucking my mouth until his ragged breathing grew hoarse.
“Where?” was all he could ground out, hips bucking.
I kept my mouth firmly tight around him, not letting him get the idea to yank me back at the last second and rob me of finally tasting him on my tongue. That was, apparently, all he needed before he choked out a quiet curse and started to come.
The second it splashed against my tongue, I was done for, my own hips bucking while cum spilled all over my hand and dripped down onto the concrete floor under us.
I couldn’t believe this was what I’d been missing out on with him. Foryears. We had so much to catch up on.
Brandon loosened his grip on my hair, slumping back into his chair as the last few spurts leaked from his cock and coated my tongue in the thick mess. It slid easily down my throat, and was only slightly bitter to the taste.
“You did so good,” he told me, his cock slick with spit and cum as it slid from my mouth. “So, so good.”
My chest was warm from the praise, my head slightly fuzzy from the endorphins still racing through my bloodstream. “Only for you.”
He chuckled, cupping my face in both of his hands. “I like the sound of that.”
There was no way any other man on this planet would get me to do the things I’d done with Brandon. He was his own special breed that I was desperately attracted to and had no interest in changing anytime soon. If ever.
What did that make me? Straight with a clause? An exception?
Whatever.
As long as Brandon was equally as interested in me—inthis—I wasn’t at all concerned with labeling myself.
What did it matter in the end when all I wanted, and needed, was him?
Lifting up from my heels while ignoring the pins and needles in my legs, I leaned until I could press my lips against his.Kissing him felt like a drug I needed to survive—a hit that I could barely go twenty minutes without having again.
He stroked his fingers through my scalp to the ends of my hair, gently detangling where he’d been holding it hostage. “You doing okay?”
I smiled, drawing him in for another long and lingering kiss before saying, “Yes.”
He sighed softly, shoulders releasing from the tense hold.
“Worried?” I asked.
“I don’t want to pressure you into anything.”
