The wet heat of Weston's mouth was incredible. Ripples of pleasure coursed through my body, turning my blood to fire. My balls ached with need, tightening and twitching every few seconds. I didn't know how long I could last with Weston's skillful mouth.
As if sensing my feelings, Weston gripped my hand a little tighter. I was so glad for him.
"Weston," I murmured.
He hummed in return, sending delicious vibrations through my cock and up my spine. I arched my back, my toes curling.
"Praise me more," I blurted out. "Please."
Weston paused. He drew back just enough to speak. His lips were still brushing against the head of my cock. He smiled. "You're doing so well, Nishiki. How wonderfully you lay back and let me take care of you."
I clenched my eyes shut and let out a small whimper. I felt the rush of my orgasm approaching like an oncoming wave.
"Such a cute cock," Weston remarked, stroking the underside of it as he spoke. "And its owner is such a good boy, isn't he?"
I nodded frantically, unable to speak.
Weston pressed a kiss to the tip of my cock. "Are you going to be good and cum for me, Nishiki?"
I let out a choked cry that I hoped he would understand was an affirmation. My brain was far too warped with lust to make words anymore.
"All right," Weston said. I heard the smile in his voice. "Then let me give you a reward, baby..."
He wrapped those amazing lips around me again and I lost it. I nearly screamed as I came, bucking my hips and clawing at the ground. I couldn't think or hear or do anything exceptfeel. A hot wave of pleasure crashed into me.
When I finally had the capacity to exist again, I glanced at Weston. He had captured most of my cum on his tongue but some of it splattered across his face. I was mortified.
"I'm so sorry," I said, sitting up in a frantic effort to help him clean off.
But Weston just laughed. "What for?"
I caressed his cheek, wiping it off with my thumb. "I made a mess..."
"I don't care, Nishiki," Weston said mildly. "I had a lot of fun."
"Oh." I blushed. "Good."
"Did you?"
"Yes!"
Weston's smile widened. God, he was so gorgeous.
"How is your, um... heat?" I asked, unsure if I was being rude or not.
Weston licked his lips. It was impossible to ignore how swollen they were from sucking my cock. Staring at them for too long was going to make me horny again so I looked into his eyes instead.
"It hasn't gone away, but this helped a lot," Weston admitted. "So, thank you."
"Anytime," I said, then realized what I’d just implied and blushed harder. But Weston just smiled at me with that smile that melted my heart.
Reality caught up with me. I'd just had sex with Weston.
Was it too late to realize I'd fallen for him? Hard?
