“But—”
I dip my head down so I can lick the tip of his cock, and Charlie sighs, gripping the side of the chair.
“Wouldn’t want anything to burn.”
His breathing is already fast as he nods. “Right.”
“Don’t look away. No matter what.”
“Y—yes.”
Then I swallow him down in a long slide.
“Oh my God.”
I let him go just as fast, but when I glance up, his gaze is firmly fixed ahead of him.
“Good boy.”
“Don’t stop.”
So eager. If I can get him to stop thinking, we’re both going to enjoy this a lot.
The first time was just to get his attention. Now I’m not in any hurry. I lick and suck, getting to know him and his dick and the sounds he makes. He likes it when I circle my tongue under the ridged head. He gasps when I swallow him deep, pushing him into my throat. His toes curl when I press into his slit, collecting the fluid that builds there.
“Mason. Oh god.”
This time I don’t stop. His feet slide on the kitchen floor as I tug at his balls. I circle my fingers around the base of his shaft, squeezing tight, which makes him groan.
“Mason. Please. More.”
“You okay?” I say as I slide off him.
“Don’t stop.” But even though his face is flushed and his chest is heaving, he’s still watching the space ahead of him.
“One second.” I pull myself to my feet—harder than it used to be; must be getting old—and take a quick step to a stove to flip the sandwiches over, before I go back to my more important task.
I’m not slow this time. A few quick licks to get his attention, and then I swallow him all the way down, until his fingers tangle in my hair. When I try to pull back, his hips buck up, shoving himself even deeper, and I let him take control for a second. My eyes water as he bumps against the back of my throat.
“Mason. I’m going to come.”
Not yet.
He’s not so far gone that he doesn’t let go when I push my head up, though he grumbles as his spit-slick dick flops back down against his stomach.
“Just going to make sure they’re not burning,” I say.
He says something under his breath I don’t catch, but I don’t need to. The kitchen smells like toasted butter and melting cheese, and I turn the heat off on the stove.
“Hungry?” I ask, but Charlie glares at me. His dick is flushed, and he rubs one hand over the top of his thigh, like he’s waiting for my attention to slip so he can jerk himself off.
But I won’t let it be that easy.
“No you don’t,” I say, spreading his legs wide again. I grip his shaft, beating it against the tip of my tongue.
Charlie laughs. “I’ve never understood why that’s supposed to be sexy.”
Neither have I, but some of the guys I’ve known like it. But I’m pretty clear on what Charlie likes, so I open my mouth and let him in. I rub his head against the inside of my cheek, careful to keep my teeth out of the way, and his hand is already in my hair again, keeping me down when I open my throat. He doesn’t thrust now so much as he rocks his hips, finding the small fractions of length as I try to keep my jaw relaxed.
