My attention snaps back to Giles. “Yeah?”
“You look like you went somewhere, in your head.” Giles’ brow crinkles questioningly.
“Yeah, I kinda did.”
“Care to share?” Giles sits back on his heels but keeps his hands on my inner thighs, the gentle pressure surprisingly soothing.
“Do you like to swallow or spit?” I blurt.
To his credit, Giles barely blinks before replying. “I don’t mind swallowing.”
“Okay, but if you don’t like my… flavour. You don’t have to.”
“Noted. Anything else you want to ask me?”
“Do you… Do you enjoy giving head?”
Giles’ moustache quirks as a wide smile stretches across his mouth.
“Very much,” he says and warmth instantly floods my groin, so much so that I wonder if he can see my dick swell in my boxers. I can certainly feel it.
“Okay, that helps.”
“I promise you, Marcello. I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do.” He holds my eye contact and I believe him. And I am pleased. My shoulders fall from my ears and I feel my weight sink into the bed a little more. The endless questions quieten down and I’m back in the room. Back with Giles who’s looking at me like he really is exactly where he wants to be.
I bring my hand to his head again, happy to see his eyelids fall once more as I run my fingertips across his scalp.
“Then suck my cock, Giles,” I tell him with every expectation of him laughing off such a direct order, but Giles’ eyelashes flutter, his mouth falls open and his hands twitch on my legs.
“Do you like that?” I ask him. “When I tell you what to do?”
“I do,” he says shyly before clearing his throat. “Not that that’s exactly ideal for sex lessons when I’m supposed to be the teacher.
“Hmm,” I muse. “I could still tell you what I like. And I could maybe do it in a sort of… bossy way. Would that be okay?”
Giles lifts up off his heels, eyes shimmering and eager. “Yes, that would be very okay.”
“Okay,” I say and make a pleased humming sound and lean back a little with my hands on the bed.
“Say it again,” Giles says as his thumbs stroke my skin, just shy of where my boxers end.
“What?” I say, teasing because I’m almost certain I know what he wants me to say.
“What you want me to do,” he prompts.
“Take my dick out of my underwear and suck it,” I say, surprised my voice is as low as it is. “And suck it good.”
Giles stays still long enough for me to get a quick glimpse at his pleased smile but then he moves. He leans forward. Eyes down. Hands up to the waistband of my boxers. And the tip of his tongue swiping across his bottom lip.
I can’t remember anyone ever looking so keen to suck me off and I plan on treasuring this, should I never have it again. I will do my best to stay out of my busy thoughts and focus on Giles who is pulling my boxers down my legs like he did my jeans and discarding them like they’re something offensive.
And then… oh, fuck, then he wraps his hand around the base of my dick and squeezes. Hard. So hard I close my eyes and bite my lip as my head falls back.
“Oh, no, Marcello. Open your eyes,” he orders.
I do.
“This is part of your lesson. You have to pay attention. I want you to watch this. I want you to watch me take this big dick all the way into my mouth and down the back of my throat.”
