I slide my chair forward, forcing Laiken to spread his legs further so I can get between them. It makes him shorter, brings his dick exactly to mouth level. I press my face to his cock, nipping at his shaft, and making him exhale sharply.
Yep, no patience, though I note how soft his underwear are. Before I pull them out of the way, I rub my face against them, enjoying the soft fabric against my skin, his hard cock, and the way he grunts in response.
I’m not sure how much time we have left, though, so I drag the front of his underwear down and pull his cock out, pointing it at my face.
“Wow,” I murmur and flick my tongue over the bead of precum gathering at his slit. “I had no idea you were hiding an anaconda in your pants, Laiken.”
“You don’t appear bothered.”
I glance up. “Oh no. I can’t wait to have this in me.”
My words are rewarded by his pupils dilating wide as they fill with heat, and he gives a low, deep groan. Smiling sweetly, I bring his cock to my mouth and take him inside. That’s what I meant, of course. In my mouth.
He’s so damn hard. I bring him to the back of my mouth, just to see how much dick is left. I’m able to wrap my hand around the base of his shaft. Oh, my. He’s going to go so deep!
We don’t have time to mess around right now. As much as I’d love to explore this magnificent dick that he hides so well, our break isn’t long. Keeping my mouth tight around him, I concentrate on the last several inches of his cock as I bob.
Laiken’s hands grip my head, and I stop moving to let him take control. He pulls me down and back rapidly. The room is filled with the wet slurping sounds of his cock moving in and out of my mouth.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “Suck my dick, Lie. You’re so good at it.”
I reach for his balls and give them a gentle squeeze, a soft tug. Laiken moans. “So good,” he says through his moan.
My dick throbs. I’m leaving here with a hard-on. I can already tell.
“Almost,” Laiken says.
I look up through watery eyes as he drops his head back. His stomach muscles dance. His chest heaves.
“Lie, I’m coming.”
His words are breathless, husky. It’s only a second before the first spurt of cum hits the back of my throat. I tug gently on his balls again, earning myself a choked grunt as he spurts another shot into my mouth.
I suck him dry, slightly disappointed that we don’t have more time. I want to ravish this cock. I’ve dreamed about, imagined, what he was packing, and this is so much more magnificent than my wildest dreams.
Laiken’s breath shakes when he pulls free from my mouth. He wipes my mouth of his juice and my spit with his thumbs and pulls me to my feet. I’m surprised when he captures my mouth with his. Not all guys like the taste of their own seed. Apparently, that’s not something that bothers Laiken.
He kisses me thoroughly, which does nothing to ease my dick back into some semblance of not being turned on.
“Get on the table,” he says into my mouth. “Your turn.”
I shake my head. “We don’t have time. Break is probably over.”
He looks at the clock and sighs. “Two minutes ago. Sorry.”
I shrug. Honestly, I think maybe I’m a little relieved. I feel a bit intimidated right now. He’s had almost twenty years more experience than I have. Was that blowie even any good at all?
“Come on. We’ll take care of you when we get home.”
Chills race down my spine.
Laiken puts himself away and I adjust my dick in my pants. There’s no real good way to keep a hard-on from tenting your shorts, but when they’re practically glued on like mine are, at least it’s not an actual tent. Just the obvious outline of my hard dick.
Could be worse.
We return to the bar, and I’m thankful that the bar comes up to my stomach. I immediately head for Cash. He’s alone now. The three guys are no longer anywhere around him. Looks like Mike brought him fries and his drink back, too.
I stop, and he hands me a fry. “Where’d your friends go?”
