I’d been playing unaffected this whole time, but when I heard him beg for my dick, an involuntary shudder gave me away. I was just as turned on as he was.
Just as desperate.
“I’d like to take care of you, first,” I said finally, trying to keep my voice level.
“Ever the gentleman?” He tried to snicker, but I ruined it by curling my fingers around his hot, curved cock, and making him groan.
“I like to pretend I am,” I sighed, pushing him flat on his back and kissing down his neck, his chest, sucking at his tight-beaded nipples. “But you make it tough for me, Trouble. You make me want to do very ungentlemanly, verydirtythings to you.”
He hissed out another curse as my lips landed on his shaft. “Feel free,” he said, his voice trembling. “God, JJ, feel free towreckme.”
“Wreck you?”
Thoughts flashed through my mind. Making him beg again. Making him plead for my dick, making himcry…
Fuck. Ididwant to wreck him, wanted to rip him apart and remake him at my leisure—but he was a fragile thing, a soft and innocent thing in my hands, and I had to treat him right.
“One day,” I promised him. “One day I will. Tonight, though…” I curled my tongue wet and soft around his delicately pointed cockhead, and he let out a long groan.
I nuzzled against his hot flesh until he was panting and begging for it. I sucked his dick as slowly and meticulously as I’d kissed him, tasting every inch of his velvet skin. Pulling off, I nosed around his ballsack, lifting his nuts onto my tongue, sucking them gently into my mouth, getting them spit-soaked and slippery. I could smell his excitement, spilling out from his slit and over my tight hand as he thrust into my fingers, begging for my mouth again.
“You close, little troublemaker?”
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“Oh, isthatwhat you want?”
He bucked up again at the suggestion.Yes, that was what he wanted, and I did too. Wanted it so bad that I had another flash of what it would be like, on my back with him working his way down onto me, my cock pushing into him inch by inch as his dick dripped all over both of us.
I swallowed him down to the root and pressed a finger against his twitching asshole. It was wet with my spit and his sweat, and I pushed inside him without resistance, massaging, pressing deep as his nuts tightened, drew up; I could feel the tell-tale thickening of his cock in my mouth as I sucked him, a gathering, until it was all too much. His body hit the edge, teetered there, then fell right off—
He shook all over as he unloaded in my mouth, fingers and toes curling hard with the effort until the last spasms died away. I pulled off his cock but kept my mouth tight as I did, making him buck in protest.
“You sweet little thing,” I murmured. “God, everything about you is…”
I couldn’t finish the tender thought out loud, so I let it hang there in the darkness, coming back up to his mouth to kiss him again.
“My turn,” he said, although the aftershocks were still fluttering through him.
“Yeah,” I said. “Your turn.”
I still wanted to take my time, to draw things out, but he slipped out of my grasp and wriggled his way down the bed to yank off my briefs. He rubbed his face into my coarse curls, breathing me in, and when he got my heavy, aching dick into his mouth, his tongue teased and lashed me before he sucked me down.
My hands sought him out of their own accord, petting him, twisting his hair around my fingers, tugging at it. “Goddamn,” I muttered. “Fuck, that pretty mouth of yours, I wish I could see you sucking on me—”
My dick pressed against the back of his throat as I moved suddenly on the bed, making for the lamp switch. He choked a little as dim light flooded the room, and I couldn’t help thrusting up just to make him do it again, make him drool all over me.
I raised myself up on my elbows, looking down at him. “Christ. You beautiful thing…”
He got his breath back, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked up my shaft, then got my cockhead tight between his ringed lips and looked up at me again. His tongue slid around my ridge until I groaned, and then he pushed down on me again, letting me back into the warm wet cave of his mouth. “You’re incredible,” I murmured. “Incredible.”
He took his cue from me and made it last, experimenting with different speeds, different methods, seeing what made me gasp and moan, what pulled endearments or curses from my lips, what made me leak faster in his mouth.
At long last, he reached for my balls, rolling them in his fingers, tugging gently at them, the same as I’d done to him. He’d guessed right; I loved having my nuts fondled like that, and I collapsed back on the bed, thrusting into his mouth, filling it with my cream.
He lay his head down on my thigh with my twitching dick still in his mouth, letting it rest carefully on his tongue until my sensitivity died away enough that he could suckle at it again. I combed my fingers through his hair and enjoyed the sensation. Ten years back—hell, five years even—he would’ve gotten me hard again. He was starting to do it then, but it was going to get light outside soon, and I was too aware of my responsibilities toward him to encourage a completely sleepless night.
“Come up here,” I said in the end, my voice rough and tired to my own ears. “We need to get some sleep.”
