The whines and whimpers don’t stop as I grip the bed again in anticipation. I need him to suck me. He’s right there. His face is pressed against my groin.
I look down just as he looks up and our eyes meet in the low light from the television. He smiles and fucking hockey sticks, it’s so goddamn hot. Seeing him between my legs, the crown of my dick against his lips, his pretty light eyes that I can only barely see by the glow of the television staring up at me.
We’re still watching each other when he takes my dick in his mouth. My mouth is already open as I try to breathe, but itopens wider. Shocked at the heat. The wetness. The way his teeth gently touch me as he closes around me, keeping me pressed tightly in his mouth.
Holy.
Fuck.
He doesn’t shift for a minute, just moves his tongue around my cock. The muscles of his mouth flex, making me jerk and shudder. When he goes deeper, I moan loudly. Then he pulls back, popping off, making me grunt.
Over and over, Lo takes me into his mouth, using himself like a toy to fuck. In and out, in and out. The squelch is indecent. The way I’m shivering uncontrollably as my orgasm builds higher and higher makes me feel like I’m going to come apart.
I haven’t caught my breath since he started kissing me. Even as I struggle to breathe now, I can’t take a deep one. It’s like, every time I try, he swallows me down and I choke on air.
His hand around my leg tightens in time with the way my hips rock on their own. I can’t control them. The other hand is rubbing my ass cheek. Toying with my crack, but not spreading my cheeks. Just touching. Tracing the shape of me.
I’m not sure what he does differently but the seal to my orgasm is coming loose. I grip the bed as I stare at him. Wanting to witness the magic he’s creating.
His eyes flicker up to mine and I swear I can feel him smile right before he hunkers down, taking most of my dick in his mouth, and begins to suck in earnest. I cry out, my hand leaving the bed and tangling in his hair. Without thought, I curl myself around his head, my hips trying to move wildly as my eyes roll in my head.
How he does it, I’ll never know. It feels like he never takes a breath. Just one continuous suction as he pulls the breath from my lungs, and my life from my body. I jerk and jolt and try to warn him I’m going to lose my load.
I try. I’m not sure the sounds I make are words, never mind English. I might have just taught myself Latin as I finally fall over the edge. I grip him tightly, shuddering as I spill into his mouth. There’s a short disruption then as he adjusts to accommodate my release.
And swallows it. I can feel the contraction of his throat around the very tip of my dick. Fuck. My hips thrust forward, wanting to feel it again, but he starts sucking once more and I think he’s trying to suck my balls dry.
I come. Sticky streams keep coming. When’s the last time I got myself off? Clearly it’s been a while.
When I finally fall limp, gasping, Lo releases me. He hums in appreciation. His tongue darts out to capture the last few drops as my dick begins to soften against his mouth.
For a minute, we don’t move. I’m floating in the afterglow of the best orgasm I’d experienced in my life. Just a while longer. I can stay in this moment a while longer.
A door in the hall shuts and my eyes snap open. I remember where I am. Who I’m with. What just happened. White hot panic burns through me and I stiffen. Oh fuck. He’s going to know. I mean, of course he’s going to know! He just sucked my dick!
My breathing gets ragged and I begin to shake. What am I going to do? He can’t know! No one is supposed to know. Tears sting my eyes, so I close them. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
CHAPTER 6
LO
I wantto keep touching him, but the sounds he’s making are far too sexy so I drop my hand to my dick and jerk myself off while I suck him. He comes undone. Wild. Unhinged, as he fucks into my mouth while spilling down my throat. It’s fucking hot. There’s nothing better than being with a man who can’t contain himself when he orgasms.
Caulder is the epitome of that. He is complete sensation. No control. It’s erotic and intoxicating. Which is why I come along with him as I jerk myself to the sounds he fills the room with and taste of him on my tongue.
The quiet calm that settles around us lasts far shorter than I’d have liked. He turns rigid against me. His breathing is so labored that I can hear it above the television. And then he begins to shake.
I gently pull away after he doesn’t calm down on his own and I frown. If I’d thought he’d be a panicky mess after, I might have reconsidered this. It was clear from the moment I kissed him that he was unsure. But the times I pulled away, it was Caulder who brought his mouth back to mine.
Was I wrong to interpret that as he wanted to explore?
He was nervous, yes. Which is why I continued to ask if I could do more than kiss him. I’m cool with the straight guy exploring for a good time. And we’re stuck in this room together, so why not? There’s no one here to see and at the end of this weekend, he can go back to being straight and forget everything about it.
I honestly don’t have the patience to talk down a panicking straight boy.
When I disentangle myself from between his legs, he practically curls up in on himself. Frowning, I say, “Don’t roll backwards. I’ll be right back.”
There’s no indication that he’s heard me, so I slip out of bed and head to the bathroom. On the way, I kick the remote and roll my eyes. Apparently, it’d fallen off the bed. Probably while we were fooling around.
