He shifts slightly without taking his head out of my lap. The silky brush of hair on my inner thigh does what that sensation always does, and my worst-case-scenario comes true. “Shit —oh God, I’m sorry, I don’t —” My mortified attempt at an apology comes to an abrupt stop when I see the corners of Errol’s mouth turn up.
“I don’t mind,” he says softly. “I think I’m kind of flattered, actually.”
What in the everloving hell is going on here?
Your best friend likes your hard dick in his face, dumbass.
“I can take care of this for you if you want, Stud,” Errol murmurs, nuzzling at my hard-on through the fabric of my shorts. His eyes flick up to mine. “Is this OK? I’ll stop if you want.”
My mind is spinning. I’ve gotten plenty of blowjobs in recent years. In fact, it sometimes felt surreal. Because while nobody wanted to blow a nerd, plenty of peopledidwant to blow a tech hotshot.
But sitting here on Errol’s sofa with his head in my lap and that same hungry look in his eye as when we were in the truckis uncharted territory. I’m not sure what to think. Maybe I’ll just stop thinking.
As if. My throat is dry, so the only two words I can summon come out as an embarrassing croak. “Don’t stop.”
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Ran’s eyes are big. I really don’t want to scare him off, but I also really, really want to blow his mind. Him. Whatever.
I’m relieved that he at least stammered out adon’t stopwhen I asked. “Please, let me make you feel good,” I say. “I don’t know how I compare to your ex, but I promise you I’ve gottennocomplaints. All good reviews —five out of five stars, would let him suck my dick again,” I joke.
Ran’s swallow bobs in his throat. “Um, I —”
“You don’t have to do it back. That’s not what I’m looking for.” I’m so nervous, my belly is twisting itself into knots. I turn to the side so my face is right in his crotch and plant a soft kiss on the hard ridge underneath his shorts. “Is this OK?”
He gives me a quick jerk of a nod, pupils blown wide as he watches me do it again. “Feel good?” I ask. He nods again. “If you want to take those shorts off, I’ll make you feel even better.”
I decided to leave the undressing part up to him, even though I want nothing more than to yank off every stitch between me and that warm skin that smells like the ocean and the woods all at once. But it feels safer to let him do it. If he doesn’t want this,if he hesitates or changes his mind, or if I completely misread the energy I felt in his kiss earlier —then I’ll know.
A sudden grimace twists Ran’s features. “I haven’t showered. I — we were moving shit all day. I’m going to be all sweaty and gross.”
“I don’t care,” I tell him immediately. “Honest to God.”
He gives me a puzzled squint. “You sure?”
I’m notjustsure —I’d beg you to let me bury my face in your sack and breathe in, to get the smell of your sweat and your musk all over me before I lap it up.
“Yeah,” I tell him. My own dick snaps to attention when he shifts his hips and reaches for his belt buckle. I lift my head up so he can slide down his shorts and boxer briefs. His cock bounces up, nearly hitting me in the face.
I’ve imagined this moment countless times, but the real thing is a million times better. He’s not as big as some guys I’ve been with —or me, actually —but his dick is perfect. Entirely straight without even a trace of a curve to it, it juts up from a pair of balls dusted with trimmed dark hair that I badly want to rub my nose into, already starting to leak precum from a head that’s swollen and flushed the prettiest shade of dark pink. God, Ran’s cock makes my mouth water.
“You sure you’re good with this?” I check one more time.
Ran puts his hands behind his head and reclines back, legs splayed, dick ready and waiting for me. “Have at it.”
Those were the magic words. I drop my face between his legs, so hungry for him that I grip him by the root so I can lap at his cockhead like he’s a fucking ice cream cone. Keeping eye contact, I swipe my tongue over his slit before I take him deep, eager to feel his length pushing into my throat.
He groans, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as I come up for air. “Do you mind — could I —” he starts, his voice tentative.
Oh God. Anything you want.
Ran sucks in a deep breath before he asks, “Could I put my hand on the back of your head, in your hair — control how fast and how deep you go?”
I can’t suck his dick with the enormous grin that’s suddenly on my face, so I rest my cheek on his upper thigh, holding his gaze. “Please do,” I say, lifting myself up out of his lap and getting on the floor between his legs.
For a little bit, I tease both of us, mouthing at Ran’s balls and breathing in his scent before I take him back in my mouth as his fingers thread through my hair. I’m eager to show him what I can do, how good I can make him feel. I open my jaw wide and take him all the way.
