I don’t let up, my own cock aching with the need to come.
If I come while sucking him off, I won’t complain, but I’ve never come from sucking a guy off before. I need more stimulation than that. Though, something tells me at the rate we’re going, and how he’s fucking my mouth, that might change. He can take it as a compliment.
“Alex—” His voice is strained, and I know he’s close.
So I double down my efforts and roll my tongue around his cock.
“I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” he hisses. I take in the sight of him like this, coming undone, and I remember the first time I saw this look.
“Come for me,” I say in between licking and sucking him. “Please…”
The moan that escapes his throat is so deep and sexy, I can’t help but feelcomplimented.
“Alex, fuck—”
“That’s it, baby. Scream my name. No one can hear you out here.” I suck the head of his cock before popping off and his cry of agony is music to my ears.
I like him like this. Fuck, I like it alot.
“Be as loud as you want.”
“Fuck, I’m coming,” he whines, his grip on my hair is bordering painful as he holds me in place and comes down my throat.
The thud of his head hitting the tree makes me glance up.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, his shoulders loosening. The sun catches the sweat and grease streaks on his skin, his dark hair messy and rustled from our little game.
God, he is so fucking pretty when he’s like this.
I swallow the last bit and he lets go of my hair, gripping my arms as hehelpsme up.
His hands are steady and warm where they touch me, and I shift my weight to my good leg, digging the toe of my sneakers into the ground. His hands find my hips, holding me still as his thumb traces over my skin.
I break his gaze, quietly focusing as I slip his softening dick back in its place and zip him up slowly and button his jeans. His amber eyes stare down at me as he tries to catch his breath.
Then he kisses me.
I stumble but he grips me tighter, and I relax. I slide my hands up his chest, settling them on the sides of hisneck. His hands trail over my bare chest and the switch in my brain flips.
My legs feel like Jell-O and my knees nearly buckle. He must sense my momentary lapse of remembering how to function, because he saves me from collapsing to the ground.
Well, that’s new.
Usually pain flips the switch. But nothing about thishurts.
In fact, it is the opposite. Nothing was painful unless you count my stupid knee.
When he breaks away from me, I feel his gaze on me as heat spreads into my cheeks.
Fuck, I did not expect him to kiss me likethat.
Not like this. This isn’t how things go after we do this.
Maybe I need to suck his dick more often. Noted.
I clear my throat.
“Thirst quenched,” I say.
