“A few times, but it’s not my preference. And you? Ever been on the receiving end?”
“Same as you. I don’t hate it, but it’s not my preferred role.”
“Well…” Charles yawned, his body stretching for a moment before he settled down again. “We’re a good match then.”
We were, in more ways than one.
My heart clenched. I wanted to tell him that in three centuries of existence, I’d never experienced a connection so profound, so visceral. That he made me feel things I didn’t even have words for.
But I couldn’t. Because this—lying here with Charles in my arms, exchanging sweet words and tender touches—wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. No matter how much I wanted it to be.
All I had was this moment, and so I held him until his breathing evened out and his body went slack. Only then did I close my eyes and allow myself to let go.
It didn’t surpriseme that I dreamed of Charles and even less that the dream involved him being naked and on his knees, sucking my cock like his life depended on it. Jesus fuck, he was good at that, using his hands, his lips, his tongue, and even his teeth to drive me mad. And every time I felt myself get close to that edge, he backed off again.
I made a sound of protest when he did it again, and he laughed, a melodious sound that reached deep inside me. “If you wake up, we can have much more fun,” Charles sing-songed.
My eyes flew open, and immediately a low, needy moan flew from my lips as Charles sucked my cock back into his mouth, his tongue teasing around my slit.
Not a dream, then, but glorious reality.
I sank my fingers into his silky hair, tugging slightly as my hips rocked up to meet his eager mouth. Christ, what a way to wake up. Charles hummed around my cock, sending vibrations shooting up my spine. My thighs trembled as he swallowed me deep, his nose brushing my pelvis.
“Fuck, Charles,” I groaned, my voice rough with sleep and lust. “Your mouth is sinful.”
He pulled off with an obscene pop, grinning up at me with swollen lips. “You inspire me.”
Before I could respond, he dove back down, sucking me with renewed vigor. I let my head fall back against the pillow, my eyes fluttering closed as I lost myself to the wet heat of his mouth. He alternated between teasing licks and deep swallows, keeping me on the knife’s edge of pleasure. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he slid a hand between my thighs to fondle my balls, rolling them gently in his palm.
A few seconds more of that, and I would spill, but how could I allow that when the pleasure was so one-sided?
“One sec,” I told him, and when he let go, I flipped myself around so we were sixty-nining, and his cock, so perfectly hard and wet for me, was right in front of my mouth.
I licked a slow stripe up his length, savoring the taste of his arousal on my tongue. Charles let out a shaky moan, hiships bucking involuntarily. I grinned to myself before swirling my tongue around the head, lapping up the bead of precum glistening at the tip.
“Eamon,” he gasped, the sound muffled as he took me back into the wet heat of his mouth. The dual sensation of his cock heavy on my tongue while he sucked me so eagerly made my head spin with lust. I hollowed my cheeks and took him deep, relishing the broken moan that vibrated around my own erection.
We moved together, a feedback loop of pleasure as we licked and sucked and stroked. I lost myself in the taste and feel of him, in the salty musk of his skin and the silken heat of his mouth. My world narrowed to this—Charles’s strong thighs trembling under my hands, his fingers digging into my hips as he worked me with single-minded focus.
His tongue laved over my length as his throat constricted around me, dragging me closer to the edge with every swallow. My release was building rapidly inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with every bob of his head. Charles was getting close too, his movements becoming more erratic, his breathing harsher around my cock. Determined to get him there first, I redoubled my efforts, swallowing him to the root on every downstroke. At the same time, I reached between his legs to press a finger against his perineum, massaging that sensitive spot in time with the bobbing of my head.
He let out a keening moan, his hips stuttering upward to meet my mouth. “Eamon, I’m gonna…”
His warning dissolved into a wordless cry as his orgasm crashed over him. I swallowed every drop, working him through the aftershocks until he was boneless and sated beneath me.
His mouth had gone slack around my cock, but a fewmore sloppy sucks combined with the taste of his release on my tongue was all it took to send me tumbling over the edge after him. My vision whited out as I spilled down his throat, pleasure sparking along every nerve ending. Charles swallowed around me, prolonging the ecstasy until I had to pull away, oversensitive and trembling.
I collapsed next to him, managing to somehow flip myself around again, my heart still thundering. Charles immediately curled into my side, his head pillowed on my heaving chest. I wrapped an arm around him, pressing a kiss to his damp forehead. We lay like that for a while, basking in the afterglow, trading lazy kisses and gentle touches. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so utterly content, so perfectly at peace. With Charles in my arms, the rest of the world seemed to fade away until there was nothing but this moment, this connection, this impossible, beautiful thing between us.
Or maybe that was because I refused to think of anything else but this.
He pressed a kiss to my chest before propping himself on an elbow to look at me. His blue eyes were soft and warm in the morning light filtering through the curtains. “So what’s the plan for today?”
“Well, considering we’re snowed in…” I let my hand drift lower, squeezing the firm globe of his ass suggestively. “I can think of a few ways to pass the time.”
Charles laughed, swatting at my chest. “Insatiable. But as much as I’d love to spend all day in bed with you, we should probably eat something first.” As if on cue, his stomach grumbled, and he let out an embarrassed laugh, burying his face in my neck. “I guess I worked up an appetite.”
I chuckled, running my fingers through his mussed hair. “Mmm, I wonder how that happened.”
