“Yes.”
I grab his cock, squeezing lightly. I let him adjust to my touch first, even though my body is screaming at me to jerk him, to swallow him, to fuck him.
But I also know I need to begood.
I want to be good. For him.
His head falls back, his shoulders tense, and he lets out a heavy breath.
“Are you uncomfortable?” I ask, checking in. He shakes his head.
“It’s just uh…” he clears his throat. “I haven’t, um…come in…a while, so…I’m…really close.”
“Do you want to come, Olly?” I ask.
“I think so,” he says carefully. “I’m not sure.”
“Tell me what you want.”
His answer is my undoing.
“I want to satisfy you.” The words fall on me like a blanket.
“How doyouwant me, Olly?”
“I don’t know,” he says hurriedly.
“Tell me what you feel,” I say as I squeeze his cock, “when I do this.”
“Dizzy,” he says. I grin. I flick my tongue out and lick the top of his cock, tasting him, and he nearly flies off the bed.
“Holy shit!” he yells.
“How does that feel?” I ask with a giggle.
“Not terrible,” he says, catching his breath. “Beta liked that. You can do it again.”
I don’t waste time as I take him into my mouth, which elicits another holler, this time it’s a curse that becomes my name.
He sucks in a heavy breath and falls back against my bed, flat. His hands shake as they find my head, and I think he’s going to push me to take him more, but he doesn’t. He pushes meoffof him.
Panic surges through me as I worry once again I’ve misread his cues.
“Not…” he breathes. “You wanted to fuck me, right?”
“Yes,” I say as he sits up, staring down at me with a glazed expression.
“If you want to, now would be a good time, because I’m not sure I can hold off.” He blushes again, and I’m not sure if it’s embarrassment, or if it’s overwhelm. Perhaps a bit of both.
“Is that what you want?” I tease him. “You want to come inside me, Olly?”
His eyes glaze at my words, and he doesn’t need to answer me. But I want him to say it, anyway.
“Olly, answer me.”
“Scientifically?”
I grin. “Of course.”
