I cleared my throat. “It’s been a while since I’ve been on the receiving end.”
“And who was the last man you received?”
“A truck driver by the side of the road.”
“Jonah…”
“You were the last, which means it’s been a minute.”
He nodded. “Okay. Lie on your back.”
The bed felt different, or maybe I was more aware of the sheet underneath my naked skin.
“Oh, Jonah,” he breathed. “Beautiful.”
He knew I didn’t like compliments, but I was willing to allow it for the sake of this moment. His fingers rested on my stomach, tugging gently at my narrow treasure trail. “Hands.”
I raised my hands behind my head, and his fingers traveled higher, reaching my armpit and toying with the hair underneath my arms. I moaned into the quiet of the room.
“Good,” he said. “About time I heard you outside of my dreams.”
He sank to his knees and lowered his face to my crotch, his nose brushing against my pubes as he deeply inhaled. Until now,my nervousness kept my cock from reaching full erection, but blood was beginning to rush downward.
Hayden snickered. “Good morning, old friend. Did it miss me, Jonah?” His warm breath stroked my hardening cock.
“Yes.”
“And didyoumiss me?”
“I did,” I said and left it at that, not the type to make romantic statements, and he knew that about me.
He kissed the tip of my crown. “The prettiest cock on the mountain.”
“It’s mostly raccoons who live here, but thank you.”
I gasped as he slid me into his mouth, clutching the pillow with my fists. He sucked slowly, as if reacquainting himself with an old dance. His tongue joined in, swirling and brushing against my slit. I arched my back, shaking from my scalp to my toes.
He raised his head and rubbed his stubble against my cock. I gasped, clenching the pillow tighter. “Unfair,” I hissed.
“I never promised to be fair. Did they miss me?” His warm breath stroked my balls.
“They didn’t notice you were gone.”
He chuckled. “Is that so? I guess we’ll need to create new memories.”
He sucked on my right testicle, and I could do nothing but yelp at the intensity. He stayed on the delicate line between pleasure and pain—a line I’d never known anyone to tread so carefully. With my balls in his mouth, he pinched my nipples until they were erect, reducing me to a squirming, pleading mess.
“Did I refresh their memory?”
I exhaled. “They remember now.”
He rose to his knees and watched me, looking bigger from this angle. When he raised two fingers close to my face, I eagerly took them into my mouth, sucking until he finally lowered his boxers. It took all of my self-control not to reach for his erection. He pulled his fingers from my mouth and rubbed them over my chest. “I want it deep, Joe.”
I nodded, my eyes glued to the familiar thickness of his cock. I waited for him to slide himself into my mouth, but he stalled. Even with barely any light, I caught his hesitation.
“What is it?”
He sighed. “Nothing.”
