He doesn’t end his sentence because I lean forward and wrap my lips around his cock before he can finish.
I take the tip in my mouth.
For the first time.
His first. Fucking. Tongue. Is mine.
Then I slowly move lower, inch by inch, taking his cock into the wet heat of my mouth.
Holy hell, I have won the lottery.
He exhales like he’s entering another plane of existence as I take his dick into my mouth, going all the way to my throat.
I slide off slowly, agonizingly slowly, then let his tip go with a littlepopof my cheeks.
“So you’re telling me you want to lose your virginity?” I ask.
I want to torture him, make him say it to me as I watch his eyes smolder like there’s green fire behind them.
“More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”
“Oliver, if you’d told me that earlier, this all could have been easy, I would have taken care of you the moment I walked into this house. I know you hate me, but I can solve this problem for you so, so easily. I got tested the day before I came to Crimson, so I can fuck you raw, if you’d like.”
I can’t tell if he’s about to run out of the room screaming or literally pass out on the floor.
“I got tested at the start of the school year,” he tells me. “Not like I really thought I needed to, but the other guys were going, and I wanted…”
His words trail off.
It’s clear that Oliver has no idea how desirable he is. I couldn’t even count the amount of times I’d come to videosof guys’ “first times,” even if I knew they were all probably just fake.
“You afraid?” I ask him.
He pulls in a long breath and exhales, like he just confessed a mortal sin and his conscience is finally clean.
And when he looks at me again, his eyes are half-lidded.
“Of course I’m not afraid.”
“Sotake what you want.”
He moves lower in an instant.
Again I feel him yank the toy out from inside me, and he latches his hands beneath my thighs and pulls me downward.
I feel the tip of his cock come into contact with my slick hole, and it’s like I won all over again.
He’s giving me a gift.
He pushes up against my slick hole, spreading me, and the feeling of finally having his actual cock touching me instead of the toy is too good.
“Oh my God,” he utters, his voice so low I almost don’t catch it.
“You need me,” I murmur.
He slowly pushes inside me, bit by bit. His pupils are blown wide, and there’s a faraway look in his eyes, like he almost can’t believe this.
He swallows hard, then nods at me. “Say that again.”
