Scott obviously wasn’t the kind of guy who invited relative strangers to cum in his mouth on a regular basis. Hell, Joe was willing to bet his own arse that he was the first man who had ever screwed Scott without being his boyfriend at the time.
Joe sighed his relief as he freed his cock from behind the tight confines of his jeans. Scott’s mouth remained open.He was a quick learner; this time he didn’t even blink at Joe’s commando status.
Unable to resist testing him, Joe didn’t rush to make use of Scott’s mouth. He stroked his shaft, slow and easy, as if there were any chance he’d need something other than the sight of Scott on his knees to keep him hard.
Scott whimpered. He closed his mouth for just the briefest moment, moistened his lips with his tongue, and promptly resumed his offer.
“Good boy.”
Joe took half a step forward. The tip of his erection brushed against Scott’s open mouth.
Scott’s frustrated moan sounded very loud in the deserted bar. His eyes fell closed, but his lips remained parted. Joe rocked his hips, pushing the head of his cock into Scott’s mouth. Scott didn’t move his jaw. He didn’t close his mouth around Joe’s cock. He merely remained perfectly still, waiting for permission, or for an order, or for whatever Joe was willing to offer him.
Joe tilted his shaft, pointing it down so he could rub the head against the soft, moist surface of Scott’s tongue. A slow, controlled breath caressed his shaft. Scott blinked open his eyes and looked up at Joe, mutely pleading with him.
There were extra lights that Joe could switch on behind the bar, but the controls for them were all the way down the other end of the shelves. If Joe wanted to be able to see Scott clearly, he’d have to step away from him—he’d have to let his cock slip from between those full, pink lips.
Sod that. There would be other times, with better lighting, where he could stare at Scott to his heart’s content. He wasn’t stepping back for anything short of Scott’s safe word.
Joe settled his hand on Scott’s jaw and gently closed Scott’s mouth around his shaft. A pleasure-filled groan vibrated around Joe’s cock, coaxing pre-cum to leak onto Scott’s tongue.Scott couldn’t have sounded more pleased about the world ifhewas the one about to get the best blowjob of his life.
Joe tightened his grip on Scott’s hair to hold him still, and pushed his hips forward, letting more of his erection into Scott’s mouth. Scott made no complaint as Joe removed any free movement from within Scott’s grasp.
It may only have been hours since Joe had come, but as he stood behind the bar with the sweetest little sub he’d ever set eyes on kneeling before him, it felt more like years.
Careful to keep his thrusts as controlled and shallow as he could, Joe made the most of whatever Scott’s mouth could offer him. And Scott took it like a pro.
Joe frowned at the comparison. His concentration slipped. His hips took complete advantage of his brain’s momentary distraction and lurched forward. Joe’s cock slid deeper into Scott’s mouth and nudged against the back of his throat.
Scott’s eyebrows went up. His eyes opened very widely. At the same time, his hands came up and pushed against Joe’s thighs. He jerked away, spluttering as he sat back on his ankles.
His panicked expression only lasted a moment before it was replaced by one of horror.
“Perfect,” Joe murmured to himself. Not like a pro at all. He’d read Scott accurately from the start.
Scott looked up at him in confusion, and Joe realised he’d said the word out loud.
“Don’t worry about it, darling,” Joe ordered. “Give me a few months, and I’ll have you trained to suck my cock exactly how I like it.”
Scott nibbled at his bottom lip as he seemed to consider that plan from every angle. The sensitive flesh was already flushed and swollen with an increased blood supply, it looked more suited to sucking cock than ever.
“Would you like that?” Joe prompted, idly stroking his shaft as he waited for Scott to compose himself.
Scott nodded. And, as if he hadn’t already proved just how sweet and innocent he was, he blushed at the prospect. It wasn’t easy to see his heightened colour in the dim lighting, but it was definitely worth the effort.
Joe chuckled as he slid his hand back into Scott’s hair. He expected Scott to try to pull away, uncertain after his little mishap, but Scott opened his mouth as if nothing could come more naturally to him.
Bliss shot through Joe’s body. No technically fantastic blow job could have compared to the rush Scott’s instinctive submission gave him.
Scott’s lips thinned into a pale pink line as he wrapped them around Joe’s cock again. His cheeks hollowed out and he lowered his gaze to stare along Joe’s shaft, as if eager to take in every detail so he could masturbate over it later. If he still had the right to jack off when Joe wasn’t there to enjoy the show, of course. Whether or not Scott realised it, that right was no longer guaranteed.
As Joe held Scott’s head still and moved his hips, Scott gradually seemed to gain the confidence to show him what techniques and tricks he had learnt before they met. He traced the vein on the underside of Joe’s shaft and flicked the tip of his tongue against the head. He missed the sweet spot just beneath Joe’s glans more often than he hit it, but Joe didn’t care about that.
Scott was literally salivating with desire. His mouth grew wetter and slicker around Joe’s cock by the moment; and every bit of pleasure offered to Joe’s shaft raced around his body, setting off chain reactions that swept through his nerve endings.
“Yes, just like that,” Joe murmured.
Scott’s eyes dropped closed. He swallowed rapidly, working his mouth frantically around Joe’s cock as if trying to milk his orgasm out of him.
