“Tell me how much.”
“So much, Theo,” he licks his lips. “It tasted so good, and I need more. Need you to show me how you like to be sucked.”
“Stick your tongue out again.” He does, and his lack of hesitation and willingness to give himself over to me only turns me on more.
Not able to wait another second, I slide the head of my cock on to his waiting tongue. I groan at the wetness of it, but keep going until half of my shaft rests in his perfect mouth.
“Suck.”
Suction and heat are everywhere on my dick. With nothing to grip onto except for him, my hands find his silken curls, and I grip them in my fingers. He moans around my cock and I hold him still, taking in air so I don’t blow my load like an amateur. But Eros feels so good, so hot, and wet. The perfect sleeve for my dick.
“Fuck, beautiful.” The endearment slips out so naturally I don’t even think about it. He moans again and I pull back enough I can see his eyes. He does something like a wave motion with his tongue, and hollows his cheeks, the sensation almost sending me back over the edge.
I grip his hair to stop him, the tug so tight it must hurt, but he doesn’t show any signs of pain. Instead, he does the last thing I expect and winks. Cheeky asshole.
I chuckle, the sound deep and almost demeaning. “Remember to breathe through your nose and tap my thigh three times if it’s too much.”
He smiles around my cock like an idiot and I thrust forward. My shaft is long, and it doesn’t take much for it to hit the back of his throat. He chokes, but doesn’t try to pull away, instead swallowing around my head, as if to ask for more.
I hold onto his curls like bike handles and shift him back until he’s nearly at my tip. He raises a brow, as if to say, “That’s all you’ve got?”
I’ll show him everything I’ve got, and more.
I slide him back down until his nose is at my pubic bone, then pull him back again. I do this over and over in measured strokes, just the way I like.
“Suck me harder, Eros. Show me how good of a fuck sleeve you are for me.”
He moans and suctions until I see white behind my eyes. “Fuck!”
His fingers dig into my thighs, and he pulls me deeper. I should tell him that wasn’t what I asked him to do, but it took my cock further down his throat. He should be gagging or begging for air but he’s not.
Jesus, where did this man come from?
I pick up the movement of his head, using my hips now. I thrust at the same time I pull him down, abusing his throat, and letting the power of the control he’s given me settle into my bones.
It feels good—no, great—and my confidence soars to new heights. A feeling I haven’t felt in a long time.
Is that why he wanted me to do this?
I look down at the man who’s sucking my very soul through my cock. His eyes are open and on me, watering from the force of mymovements, and cheeks bulging every time I thrust in. My cock jerks and my balls draw up as my orgasm nears.
“I’m going to come down your throat.”
He moans in response, the vibrations working through my body, and all the way down to my toes. It’s all the permission I need. I dig my fingers into his scalp, and I wait for his nostrils to flare with a breath before I force his face down, pressing his nose to my groin, and smothering his breath.
I come on a loud grunting growl, my cock unloading down his tight throat. He swallows around me, drinking me down, and not even trying to pull away. I hold him to me as my hips jerk and my body shudders, making him take every single drop.
Worried I’m going to kill him, I pull him back by his curls, my softening cock slipping from his lips. He’s not dead, far from it. The lazy smile on his lips, which I’ve come to know must be a signature of his, is present, and his cheeks are slightly damp from how I made his eyes water.
I release his hair and take his cheeks in my palms, brushing away the wetness with my thumbs. For a moment, I debate what to say. Thank you is on my lips—a thank-you for giving me back the control I’d lost, not to mention the best head of my life—but I don’t need to say it. He can see it in my eyes and in my touch.
I pull him up until we’re eye to eye, holding him to me. “You good?”
His nose brushes mine. “What do you think?”
I chuckle, my hands traveling down his waist, his plush body feeling right against my skin. When I reach his belt buckle, he stops me.
Disappointment rolls through me. “What is it?”
