“I want to know what that feels like. How much of you I can take. I want to look up and see your perfect fucking body from that angle. I want to know what you taste like.”
“Jesus, Marcello.” I squeeze his backside, pressing him up against me.
“Fuck it,” he hisses. “I’m just going to do it now.”
And he drops to his knees, with a soft thud that didn’t exactly sound comfortable.
“Porco dia!”
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just forgot I’m not twenty-one anymore. But pretend it didn’t happen.”
I slide out from between him and the fridge and go to my sofa. Grabbing a cushion, I return as quickly as I can and hold it out to him. I cup his face and stroke the hair of his beard. “Marcello, we’re not twenty anymore. Our knees need a bit more support and comfort these days. Here, this will help no end.”
“But I was trying to be all hot and spontaneous.” He arranges himself on the cushion and keeps his gaze on the ground.
“You’re still very hot.” Holding the side of his face in my hand again and turning his head up so he’s looking at me.
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“Then take your dick out and show me how much you want me.” He sits back on his heels, giving me space to do exactly what he demands.
I only fumble slightly as I pull down the waistband of my shorts and grab hold of my cock. Squeezing it feels redundant as I’m not sure it could be more full of blood if I tried but I do it anyway and watch closely asMarcello studies it. There’s a beat where he looks at it, his eyes widening, and I think he’s going to tell me this isn’t what he wants. Which is totally fine with me. I honestly think I could happily forego blowjobs forever if I still had Marcello kissing me the way he just kissed me. I don’t think I’d even miss them if I had him looking at me the way he did just before he jumped on me.
Not that I ever will have him forever. Indeed, today is almost certainly our last time together, like this. A wave of sadness washes over me, threatening to dampen my arousal and the breathless joy of having Marcello on his knees in front of me. But then he leans forward, replaces my hand with his and brings my dick to his mouth.
And he takes it. He takes nearly all of it. He fills his mouth with it, his lips getting closer and closer to my base until he makes a sharp choking sound and I see his whole body convulse.
He pulls back and covers his mouth. When he looks up at me, his eyes seem apologetic.
“Shit, sorry. I thought I could take it. But I was wrong.Merda, how do you do that?”
I weave my hands into his hair, pulling just a few of the strands out of his bun. “This is something that gets easier with practise,” I tell him with what I hope is an encouraging smile on my face. “Also some people have more of a gag reflex than others.”
“Well, I think I have yours and mine.” He swipes at the corners of his mouth. “Fuck, I nearly vomited.”
“You wouldn’t be the first or the last.” I tell him, playing with one of the strands of hair that has come out. How I’d love to see him with his hair down. Maybe I never will.
“Really? Wow. That’s… messy.”
“Honestly, if it was because somebody was enthusiastically choking on my dick, I wouldn’t mind that much. I’d find it pretty hot.”
“I feel like I was all enthusiasm then.” He moves his hand, giving my dick a few pumps. Then his bottomless brown eyes are on mine. “But I want to do it right. Teach me, please.”
I wonder if he can feel me swell in his grip. I swallow and clear my throat before speaking. “You don’t have to take it all in your mouth. Not at first and not even ever. As you probably know, the tip is where it’s most sensitive and I personally love kisses and licks and small sucks there just as much as I love being deep-throated, if not more.”
“Kisses, huh?” He places his lips on the very tip of my dick. “Like this?”
I shudder out an unsteady breath as he presses his pink lips to me.
“Yeah, like that,” I say in a gravelly voice.
“And licks.” His tongue darts out and glides over my slit. It’s perfectly rough and smooth all at the same time. “Like this?”
“Fuck, yeah, like that.”
