There would be no pacing, just swallowing, laving, licking, sucking, all the things he loved, all the things that would get him off, because getting him off was one of the great joys of my life.
Letting him guide my efforts was even better. He loved to be in charge, and I loved to let him. So when he shifted just enough to ram his dick deep into my throat, a hand at the back of my head, I opened for him. It was bliss.
Every time he controlled our sex, it was firm reminder of where Perry had found me, at a party, someone’s cock in my mouth and someone else’s in my ass. I’d thought that night had been glorious, the pinnacle. Until he’d walked in the room, taken in the scene, the others lining up to take their turns, and he’d put a stop to it.
Anyone would think I’d be pissed off, a grown man being denied sex just the way I liked it. And by a complete stranger, no less. But I’d had to admit afterwards, I’d been a bit too drunk to be properly angry at him, which probably meant I’d been too drunk for the kind of consent that kind of activity should have required. Of course everyone had been drunk. It was a party.
Then he’d told me, in that voice, to get dressed and to go with him, so I did. He’d taken me to a diner, fed me, brought mehome, and put me to bed with the help of my then-roommate, and stayed on my couch for the night.
Then I’d gotten to know him.
Now here we were, and that place I’d thought was the pinnacle was so far lost down in the mist it didn’t matter anymore.
Perry
Evan’s mouth was heaven. There was no denying facts. And that he’d been all but begging me to take him since I’d thrown my first stone tonight wasn’t exactly a turn-off. The only way to get him to focus on the game had been to put a condition on his getting off. We had to win.
We hadn’t. It had been a draw, so I conceded and let him blow me.
His hot mouth was everything, and he was good at this. I simply didn’t think about the amount of practice a guy needed to have this much skill with his tongue. He was mine now, and that was all that mattered.
I gazed down at Evan, his mouth stretched around me, his blue eyes big and about as honest as it got, staring up at me, with not just his heart, but his whole being in them.
I tightened my hand at the back of his head and shifted my hips so I could rock into his wet heat, take my pleasure, feel the tightness of his throat at that point right where he met his limit.
He would take more, if I fed it to him. I knew he would, but it wouldn’t be comfortable. I knew other men had fucked his throat raw because he let them. I would not put myself in their company.
“You’re doing so perfectly,” I crooned, stroking a thumb along the side of his mouth. “God, Evan, you are amazing. So fu-uck…” Every time. I wanted to praise him, but he sucked up all my brain power until I lost my words and all that was left was fucking his mouth until my balls drew up and my skin tingled.
“Gonna—” I mumbled.
He hummed around my dick, and that was that. My come exploded directly into his throat.
He was ready for it. He always was, and swallowed it all.
The second he eased off my cock, I yanked his hair to get him up close enough for me to kiss. I didn’t have words, but I had that, to show how grateful I was.
He melted into my kiss, sprawling over me until we were both laid out on the couch, making out like teenagers, only half out of our clothes. And he didn’t once rub up against me or palm his cock, or make any other move to ease the pressure on what I could feel was a massive hard-on.
“You want to come?” I asked, breathing the words directly into his ear.
He shuddered and nodded without removing his lips and teeth from my collarbone where he was giving me the mother of all hickeys.
“Roll over. I want to watch you get yourself off.”
He complied instantly, eager, as always, to show off. He wasn’t shy, my Evan, not since the day I’d met him. I didn’t love thinking about that party, except to acknowledge that he loved being double-teamed, and since I couldn’t do that on my own, I was happy to give him what I could. Having him perform for me was one small thing I could do for him.
He stripped fast, then flopped onto his back, one hand wrapped around his dick, the other behind his head, his grin huge. “Can’t believe you’re letting me do this.”
“Anything for you, love.”
His hand paused mid-stroke. “Yeah?”
I was not going to read anything into his hopeful expression. “You know this.” I leaned over him to kiss him stupid, then reached down to get his hand going again, before moving back to watch the show.
When he came, his entire torso turned a delicious pink as his muscles stiffened and his come spurted onto his stomach. “Per—” He shot the hand that had been behind his head towards me, clutching air.
I laced my fingers through his, grounding him as he shivered and curled towards me.
