I’m so horny, and I have no idea if this gets better with practice, but I refuse to be embarrassed. I’m finally getting to experience this, and the only thing I’m allowing myself to think about is Kennedy and how perfectly his cock fills my hand.
Well, that and the way my gaze keeps returning to the teasing drop of precum. His tip is dark red, and stroking him isn’t bringing the relief we both need.
My mouth waters, and I need more. More him. More memories. More moments I can take with me after now, when I question whether this happened at all.
So I lean in and run my nose over his balls. They twitch, and when I glance up, Kennedy’s mouth is hanging open. I give in to the urge to bury my face into him and inhale deeply. He smells like sex and him, and this time when my cock begs to be touched, I listen. Not for relief, but to strangle that thing and get it back from the edge.
Fuck, I want to come. I want to come so badly. I’m a mess with how much I’m leaking, but I’m goddamn making this last, and I squeeze my cock almost to the point of pain.
Then I press my face into him again.
His scent is like a drug, the way it makes my brain so cloudy. I swipe my tongue over his tightening balls, then relax my grip on his cock as I rub my face over it as well. I want to live here. With Kennedy begging and my cock begging, and me indulging in all the ways I want.
I reach his tip, and my tongue darts out to catch that bead of cum.
The sound Kennedy lets out almost sounds like a whimper. “You’re killing me, Ziggy.”
I hold his eye contact as long as possible while I wrap my mouth around his tip. I suck it in, eyes falling closed at the lightly salty taste that hits me. I’m running off pure instinct, and I know I’m supposed to be fitting as much dick into my mouth as possible, but I can barely make it halfway.
I turn off the stupid voice telling me that I’ll never be good enough and remember this is my first time. Maybe, if we do this again, he can teach me what he likes, but for now, this is enough. This is real. Raw.
Perfect.
Spit dribbles down his length and makes it easier for my hand to move and meet my lips. To make up for the lack of depth, my tongue doesn’t stop moving over him, and when I use my barbell to run over his slit, both of Kennedy’s legs twitch against me.
“Again,” he pants. “Piercing. Again.”
I do as I’m told and open my eyes to watch goose bumps break over his skin. He’s tugging at one of his nipples, and I want to reach the other, but between breathing and licking and stroking, I’m all tapped out.
The taste on my tongue gets stronger, and Kennedy gives short, shallow thrusts into my mouth.
“So … close …”
I’m prepared for whatever he gives me, and I squeeze my dick in warning that it has to wait a tiny bit longer.
But when I think he must be about to fill my mouth with cum, Kennedy pulls out suddenly, grabs me, and flips us so my back hits the mattress.
He hovers over me, supporting his weight on the forearm at my side, while his free hand reaches for the tie on my robe.
“I want to see you naked before I come. Can I?”
I’m too stunned to do anything more than nod. Kennedy’s intense gaze, his hand opening the knot, peeling back the material, revealing me to his greedy eyes …
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
All it would take is a light breeze to come at this point. I’m so ready.
He chokes deeply, “You’re pierced,” and before I can stop him, Kennedy moves down the bed and sucks me all the way into his mouth. The sudden heat and suction engulfing me is impossible to fight against. My hands grip fists into the bedding, and the simmering pleasure building in my balls explodes.
I come hard and fast, vision blinking darker and lighter as I unload into his mouth. The high sweeps from my head to my limbs, and I ride it out until my cock stops throbbing in his mouth and my body turns to Jell-O.
I’m completely wiped out. Bubbly and happy in a way I’ve never been before.
Then reality crashes into me.
I cover my face, unable to believe I was barely in his mouth before I came. Rooney’s always open to talking about his hookups, and while I might have been a virgin, I’ve picked up enough from him to know that no guy is impressed by it being over so soon.
