“I’ve never given a birthday blowjob before. Is there a special trick to it?”
That got a laugh out of him. “Since I’ve never received a birthday blowjob before, you’ll have to let me know.”
I buried my face in the sexy crease in his groin where his leg met his torso. He smelled clean, like skin and maybe a bit of soap with just a hint of an earthy scent that made me nuzzle in deeper and inhale. I lifted my head and met his eyes one more time, then turned my attention back to his cock. It was long and thick with a beautifully formed mushroom head that was currently a very lovely shade of pink. A prominent vein ran up the underside of his cock, and I indulged myself by tracing it with my tongue.
The groan that rumbled out of Lukas made my own cock throb so I did it again. The second time around, I stopped at the head and swirled my tongue around it, gathering his taste onto my tongue. It was slightly salty and slick from precum. His body flexed underneath me as if it was taking all his strength and will power to lie there and let me toy with him.
My sexual experience wasn’t nearly as advanced as Lukas’s was, but he didn’t seem to care, so neither did I. He clearly didn’tcare when I wrapped my lips around his cock and slowly worked it into my mouth. He shook and moaned, and his fingers twisted in my hair, but he didn’t push. He seemed content to let me lead. To bask in my attention and let me take things at whatever speed I was comfortable with.
“Fuck, that’s nice, Sawyer,” Lukas whispered. His praise went straight to my dick, and I wanted to rut against something, preferably him, until I came. I quelled that urge in favor of taking Lukas’s cock deeper. I’d never mastered the art of deep-throating, but I was a wizard with my tongue and I put it to work, swirling it around the head of his cock, teasing his slit, doing everything in my power to make him crazy. The flavor of precum flooded my mouth, and I drank it down like it was a gift.
He nearly lost his mind when I moved my attention to his balls, gently licking them, rolling them around in my mouth until my jaw started to ache and Lukas, sensing that it needed a rest, hauled me up and slammed his mouth into mine. He rolled us over so he was on top and then grinned down at me, his smile dazzlingly bright.
“My turn.” He straddled me and lined our cocks up. Pleasure zipped through me, robbing me of my breath as Lukas took both of us in hand. I watched, mesmerized, as he worked up a mouth of saliva and spit it with his perfect aim. My hands fluttered at my sides, unsure of what to do until they found his legs, and I rested them there, his furry thighs soft on my skin.
Lukas hunched over and kissed me at an awkward angle as his hand slowly started to move between us, spreading his spit and our precum around to smooth the glide.
“If I had thought this was going to happen, I would’ve had lube handy.” My laugh came out more like a breathless wheeze.
“This is perfect.” Lukas kissed me again with a tenderness that made my chest ache. He sat up and went back to focusing on his hand around our dicks and the slide of skin on skin.
I didn’t know what to say to that or if I could talk at all. My brain had gone offline entirely, and the only thing I seemed to be capable of was panting and moaning and watching Lukas jerk us off. I didn’t even have the brainpower necessary to warn him of my impending orgasm. It had been building for so long that the eruption took me by surprise, slamming into me out of nowhere.
“That’s right,” Lukas crooned. “Look at you. God, you’re gorgeous.”
His words overwhelmed me in the best way, and the ache in my chest bloomed into an unexpected warmth. Maybe it was all talk, maybe it was the kind of thing he was used to saying, but his words sounded genuine. He sounded like he meant the pretty things he said to me as I came all over his hand. His cock.
He kept stroking us both. My dick was getting far too sensitive for comfort, but I wanted him to come. I needed to feel it. I was about to beg him when suddenly his hips thrust sharply, the grip on our dicks tightened, and then he was coming. He tipped his head back, bumping into the top of the fort, but he didn’t seem bothered by it. He rocked forward, fucking his dick against mine in the channel created by his hand.
The jut of his Adam’s apple made me want to rise up and bite it. To lick it. To taste and touch every part of him. But I was boneless. Sticky and sated and a little bit ruined. When Lukas was done, he tipped his head down and met my gaze, then without breaking eye contact, he brought his cum-sticky fingers to his mouth and cleaned them off. My dick stirred, becoming interested once again despite having just come.
“Get down here and kiss me,” I told him instead.
His answering grin made him look younger than he was and a little more boyish than I was used to seeing him. He slid down and settled in next to me. I turned over on my side to face him, and he wound his arms around me, tangled his legs with mineand then leaned in. The kiss we shared was gentle and salty with the taste of us on his tongue. It was perfect.
TWENTY-SIX
LUKAS
After a prolonged,if somewhat lazy, post-orgasm make-out session, Sawyer and I decided our bodies were too old to keep lying on the floor. The blanket fort was dismantled, the couch put back together and soon we were redressed and everything looked like nothing had ever happened.
It didn’t feel that way, though. There was a new kind of energy between us. One that was comfortable and hungry. The intimacy we shared had unlocked something between us, something that compelled me to reach for Sawyer, to pull him into my arms and kiss him over and over again.
It took forever to get the cake put away because I was all hands, greedy for the feeling of his body under my touch. I helped him clean up the wrapping paper mess, a bittersweet activity.
“This was probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, you know,” I told him over dinner later. We’d ordered pizza, which he insisted was classic sleepover food, and ate it inthe living room while we ignored another Jurassic Park movie in favor of talking. “There’s just one problem.”
“What?” Sawyer looked worried, the little furrows between his eyebrows deepening.
“I didn’t plan on sleeping over. I have no pajamas.” I watched Sawyer’s cheeks turn pink.
“Well, we could sleep without them. You know, for science.”
“Pretty sure that’s not standard sleepover attire.”
He shrugged and dipped his crust in the little cup of cheese sauce. “Pretty sure it’s your sleepover, your rules.”
“I also don’t have a toothbrush.”
