Seemed my wee devil had a few demons of his own. Perhaps there was some viciousness in him, too, but I didn’t mind. I had my own fiends I kept caged away. I tilted his chin toward me. “I won’t hurt ya.”
“Will you lie?” he asked.
For a split second I had to remind myself that he wasn’t a lover, he was a loaner, but I felt compelled to answer anyway, especially when he danced a caress along my leg close to where I wanted it, his long fingers splayed flat and tense on my muscles. “Not when it matters.”
He snorted and looked away, a smile on his lips again.
I cupped his chin and turned his face toward me. “I wanna kiss ya.”
He laughed.
I wanted that happy mouth on me, but I had to know what that was about because it didn’t sound quite right. “Pingin as do chuid smaointe—penny for your thoughts?”
He shivered and his eyelids slipped down into bedroom eyes. “Whores get more respect than I do. Fuck.”
“Wha—” He leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine, and I relished the sweet warmth. He was in no rush, which was completely unusual for this sort of thing, and I liked that, too. I sucked at his gentle mouth, pulled his bottom lip between mine and ate at it.
He gasped and leaned his shoulder against mine, and that small sound sent a harsh bolt of lightning into my cock just as he curled his hand around it. I found myself moaning like a teenager into his simple grip, no tight hole required to streak pleasure into my groin and froth the cum in my balls. He carefully teased me, almost like he didn’t know what he was doing. I loved that he was waiting for my lead, and I wrapped my fingers around his, adjusting his grip to just what I liked.
He pulled back and panted into the space between our lips. “Your skin is so silky here,” he whispered and ran a thumb up the underside of my cock, teasing at that sensitive point just under the crown. Laughing, I closed my eyes and allowed my head to fall back while he toyed with me.
“We have all night? I don’t want this interrupted.”
“Yes,” he whispered, and I sighed happily, dropping back onto my elbows.
“Want ya on top. I want to be able to see your beautiful body while I stuff that hole of yours.” His hand stuttered on me, and when I peeked at him, he was worrying that poor lip again, cute as could be. “I love the innocent routine, Forrest, but ya know what I would love more?” I raised an eyebrow at him.
“What’s that?” he asked, voice gone husky.
“Your mouth on my cock to get me ready. I wanna be hard enough to slide right into ya and pin ya to this mattress for hours.”
He blinked at me and swallowed. “Hours?”
“Oh aye.”
He glanced down at my cock, stroking slowly, sliding his grip along my length in the most excruciatingly careful dance of fingers I’d ever experienced. Fuck, he was a professional.
“I’d like that,” he said quietly, and then he was bending forward.
Maybe it was down to the fact I’d been thinking about that mouth for a long while—I’d fantasized about his handsome face and beautiful, slim body—then this sweet shyness added another layer to the man I’d already built up in my head. Whatever it was, the second his tongue slipped around the head of my cock, I nearly bucked from the bed into the perfect wet heat. He startled off me, licking his lips.
“Sorry,” I said.
“Sorry,” he murmured at the same time. His eyes gleamed with a wildness that sparked excitement in me, and his chest rose and fell fast. There was a pleasing excited bulge nestled between his thighs. I thought about asking him to turn around so I could blow him at the same time, but I wanted this right now, wanted all of his attention, particularly if I could have him all night.
“It’s grand,” I whispered, with the strangest feeling that he was maybe a wee bit scared, especially when he gripped my thigh too tightly. “Don’t stop.”
He nodded, and I held my breath as he bent back to work. I flopped flat on the bed when he licked around the head of my cock, and pure bliss zapped through me as he suckled on the head like it was a lolly before he eased the silky, tight ring of his lips down my length. He was a bit clumsy about it, and I wheezed out a chuckle at the act. He must have decided to give me the virgin ploy tonight, but oddly, I liked it. I’d never had this in real life.
Cupping the back of his head softly, I whispered, “You’re doing such a good job. Take a bit more. Yes….” I hissed and brushed my thumb along his cheek as he drew more of me into his mouth. My cock hit the soft spot at the back of his throat that felt so fucking good on my dazzled nerve endings. He made a small sound and hollowed his cheeks with a delicious suction as he pulled up my shaft to play at the end again, which had my toes tapping out a rhythm in midair.
“Fuck, that’s almost too much,” I breathed out, but he didn’t stop, and the harsh surge of an orgasm gathering took me by surprise. The slow, gentle teasing rhythm that accompanied the rush twisted up ribbons of delight in my lower stomach that had my thighs and arse tensing. I pressed up toward his mouth, reminding myself not to choke him, for all the world as if he wasn’t a whore who made damned good money sucking cock. The tease got to be too much, though, and reckoning he probably wouldn’t mind, I put my hand on the back of his head and pushed him down. Wanted the pleasure of his throat. He coughed and struggled a bit against my grip.
“Suck me in, wee devil,” I coaxed, and it seemed like he tried, but there was a gagging sound from him and the squeeze of his throat on my cockhead, which was fucking delightful, and then he was sitting up in a rush and coughing.
He burst to his feet with his hand over his mouth and betrayal in his eyes. I had no time to recover even a shred of my wits before he was rushing for the door.
My cock swung cold and lonely, bobbing in the air. I shivered all over. Fuck, this was awful, after something so right.
