More than that, I’m not sure I’ve been this hard for anyone. Ever. Like, my dick reaches new levels of hard as fuck with Etna. Especially when he looks up at me with a sly, satisfied smile.
He spreads my legs wide, hauling my ass to the edge of the bench. I barely have enough time to take a breath when his mouth covers my cock. My head drops back and I groan.
He’d been wrong. My dick fits perfectly in his mouth. He might strain a little, but there’s seriously nothing sexier than seeing his lips spread over my dick as he looks up at me with watery eyes.
His mouth is hot. So hot. The way he slurps makes me think he’s drooling for me. My hips jerk up at the thought and I hit the back of his throat, making him cough around my cock.
Unable to stop myself, I grab a fistful of his hair and push his face down. I slide past his throat, deeper and deeper into the tight, confined space, until his nose is pressed into my pelvis. He swallows around me reflexively, and I moan far too loudly.
I let him up when he pushes against my hold. His mouth leaves my dick with a wet slurp, and he coughs. His loud breaths are like an aphrodisiac. I give him a second before guiding his face down to my dick again.
Etna chokes on me like a champ. He never complains. Never tells me he doesn’t like my cock down his throat until he’s gagging. He swallows me whole and sucks on me like it’s his job. I’m already anticipating the sound of his scratchy voice when I’m done. Once I’ve lost my release down his throat like it’s his meal.
There’s little that turns me on more than the sound of his raspy voice after he’s deep throated me for a while. And I definitely last a while. Though it feels too fucking good and an orgasm is alwaysright thereready to explode, I somehow manage to stave it off until I’m a shaking mess.
It needs to last. I need to burn the memory of my fiancé sucking on my dick onto my eyelids until it’s the only thing I see.
We play this back-and-forth game where I keep Etna’s mouth balls deep on me until he needs a breath. It gets longer and longer each time. Even when I only give him a few seconds tosuck in air before pulling him back down, Etna goes without complaint. In fact, I dare say he might like it.
Maybe not as much as I do because the way he sucks on me, swallows around me, has my eyes rolling. Once more, I’m going to come. Yep, there it is. I pull him off me for a last inhale and then hold him down on my dick with both hands as I come down his throat.
He coughs and gags as he does, his throat constantly constricting around me to swallow my load, which only drives me on. On and on and on.
When I’m finally empty, I pull my man off me so he can breathe. I certainly don’t want to kill him.
Etna drops his face in my crotch as he gasps for breath. I leave him there for a few minutes until I slide off the bench to kneel beside him. My intent is to suck him off, too. Or at least jerk him off. But when I stick my hand down his pants, I find he’s already filled them.
Grinning, I grip his hair again and pull his face up so I can look into his eyes. His cheeks are hot, a sight I rarely see. Yeah, no stopping my ridiculously wide smile. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him if he likes choking on me, but instead, I gently stroke his softening dick and pull him against me.
Obviously, he likes it.
We fall backwards and lie haphazardly on top of each other. There we stay under the stars, with the gentle rocking of the water beneath us.
CHAPTER 21
ETNA
Today isthe first day of our week off. Unsurprisingly, we booked a lot of wedding shit for this week that we need to get out of the way. Today’s task is rings and attire. Both seemed pretty straightforward when we booked them on the same day in our calendar.
There was some debate about whether there was appropriate clothing to walk into a jeweler’s shop in. And then a formal men’s wedding shop. Most of the time, Keno and I are in some version of gym clothes, unless it’s game day and we’re in suits and then our gear.
I’m surprised I own anything other than those three categories of clothing. But alas, I do. I put on a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt. The jeans make it less dressy, but these are the only shirts I own other than tees. Since they can be dressed to fit into any style, they work for every occasion. And they’re as soft as clouds.
“We going to Jarel’s?” Keno asks as we climb into my car.
I shrug. “I figured that was a good start. Unless you have somewhere else in mind.”
Keno shakes his head. “I don’t. I’m kind of partial to that store.”
“You shop there often?” I ask with a smirk.
He grins. “No. But that’s where I bought your ring, so it’s now my favorite and first choice.”
That’s a good response. I’ll take it.
Once we’re on the road, I take his hand. I love holding his hand. We still get reminders for all the sweet, lovey moments, but I don’t think we need them anymore. There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t want his hand in mine. I must reach for it half a dozen times. He slips his hand into mine about as much.
We hug constantly, cuddle at every chance we can, and kiss probably far too much, if there is such a thing. And that’soutsideof our budding sex life.
