When I reached the base of his cock, I paused, just looking for a moment. He was so big, so hard, veins standing out along the shaft, the head slick with precome. My mouth watered.
I ran my tongue along the thick vein at the underside, slow and lazy, feeling him pulse against me. He let out a guttural sound, hands threading into my hair but not forcing, just holding on.
I nuzzled into his crotch, kissing the base, then mouthing up one side and down the other, letting my breath wash over him. I licked across the head, tasting salt and anticipation, then sucked lightly, teasing, just barely taking the tip between my lips. Evan’s hips jerked, a curse rumbling out low and deep.
“Please,” he rasped, voice nearly breaking. “Let me feel you.”
I smiled against him, letting spit drip down the shaft, working him wet and slick. I flattened my tongue and licked a long, slow stripe from base to tip, then swirled around the head, making him twitch and moan. His thighs flexed under my hands, every muscle drawn tight with restraint.
I took him deeper, mouth opening wide, tongue curling around the thick heat as I sucked him in. My lips stretched, jaw aching, but I wanted every inch. I worked him slow at first, letting him feel the tight seal, the way my tongue rolled under the head, the soft scrape of my teeth at the edge of the crown.
Evan’s head dropped back against the mattress, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted in a silent groan. He rocked his hips, but I kept him pinned, controlling the pace, giving him just enough to drive him wild.
I pulled off, letting spit string between my lips and the flushed head. I looked up at him, catching his gaze, making sure he saw the way I wanted him. Then I sucked him down again, deeper this time, letting the head hit the back of my throat, swallowing around him. He cursed, hips bucking despite himself, hands tightening in my hair.
I hollowed my cheeks, working him slow and deep, letting spit drip from the corners of my mouth, making everything messy and hot. I slid one hand down to cup his balls, rolling them in my palm, massaging gently as I took him deeper and deeper.
“Sweetheart,” he gasped, voice shaking, “that’s so good, so perfect, don’t stop, please?—”
His words made me bolder. I bobbed my head, fucking myself on his cock, moaning around him, letting the vibrations travel through every inch. My other hand stroked what I couldn’t fit, twisting and squeezing, keeping everything slick.
Evan was lost, hips rolling, chest heaving, muscles flexing as he fought for control. I could feel the tremor in his thighs, the way he held back just for me, giving me every ounce of trust he had.
I wanted to ruin him, wanted to take everything, make him fall apart in my mouth.
I pulled off just enough to catch my breath, stroking him slow, tongue tracing every ridge and vein. I pressed open-mouthed kisses along the shaft, then mouthed at the head, letting precome smear across my lips.
He stared down at me, eyes dark, cheeks flushed, every line of his body straining with need. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he whispered, voice reverent.
I kept my eyes on Evan, mouth glistening with precome, chest heaving as I stroked him, thumb smearing slick across the flushed head. He looked absolutely wrecked, muscles straining, hands fisting the sheets. I wanted more than worship. I wanted to be taken, claimed, ruined by him.
“Do it,” I whispered, voice raw. “Fuck my mouth, Evan. I want it. I want you to use me.”
The words barely left my lips before he surged up, his hand curling at the back of my head, threading tight in my hair. The gentleness was gone, replaced with a wild hunger that made my whole body throb. He didn’t force, but he guided, his strength unmistakable. His other hand cupped my jaw, thumb rubbing over my cheek, claiming me.
“You sure?” he breathed, the need in his voice making my cock jump. His eyes searched mine, looking for even a flicker of hesitation.
I held his gaze, fierce and hungry. “I need it. Please, Ev. Show me.”
That was all it took. He pulled me down, cock parting my lips, filling my mouth until I could barely breathe. He groaned, hips rolling up slow, letting me feel the full weight of him on my tongue. His scent filled my nose, sweat and skin and something raw that I’d never get tired of.
He set the rhythm, slow at first, dragging my head down, then letting me up just enough for air. His cock pressed against the back of my throat, thick and pulsing, every inch slick withspit and need. I hollowed my cheeks, relaxed my jaw, took everything he gave.
He growled, low and rough, voice unsteady. “So fucking good. Take it all, sweetheart. Let me see how much you can handle.”
I moaned, vibrations running up the length of him, making him jerk in my mouth. My hands slid up his thighs, squeezing the muscle, steadying myself as he started to fuck my face in earnest. Each thrust was a little harder, a little deeper, my lips stretched tight around him, spit pooling at the corners of my mouth and running down my chin.
Evan’s hands in my hair tightened, guiding me down until my nose pressed to the soft hair at his base. He held me there, not cruel, just demanding, forcing me to surrender to the weight, the heat, the fullness. I breathed through my nose, swallowing around him, feeling the head of his cock throb at the back of my throat.
He let out a strangled sound, half-moan, half-snarl. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Take every fucking inch.”
He rocked his hips, driving deeper, but I wanted more. I wanted to be overwhelmed, to show him there was nothing I wouldn’t give. I reached up, cupping his balls, rolling them in my palm, then leaned in even further, letting them rest against my lips, tongue darting out to taste the salty skin.
He choked out a curse, hips bucking hard, cock shoved deep, the stretch and fullness almost too much. I sucked on him, cheeks hollowed, spit slick everywhere, swallowing every drop he gave. When I needed air, he let me up for just a moment, his hand gentle now as he stroked my cheek, thumb brushing the mess off my lips.
But I dove right back down, hungry for more, wanting to feel him pulse and shake. I let his balls slide across my tongue,sucking one into my mouth even as his cock still filled me, the combination making him tremble.
“Nate,” he gasped, voice broken, “you’re going to make me lose my mind.”
