“Please fuck me, Owen. I don’t want you to go slow with me. Don’t treat me like a wounded animal,” he pleaded, gripping my thigh and lifting his leg so it pressed against my length. Fuck. I was ready to bust a nut already. “You’re fucking huge. Want to feel you stretching me, want to ache tomorrow, remembering how thoroughly you abused me.”
Either Tyler was a quick study with the dirty talk or I’d unleashed all of his repressed desires. The bastard had me ready to come untouched.
“Not tonight, baby. I’m going to stroke you, maybe suck you because I’m dying to know how you taste, and then we’re going to sleep,” I told him. Yeah, maybe that made me a jerk because I’d let him think more than that was on the table, but he needed his sleep. And he was the epitome of a people pleaser, so I knew he’d push harder in the moment than he was truly ready for. No way in hell were either of us walking away from tonight with regrets.
“Lie still,” I told him. He was wearing too much clothing and it was time for me to unwrap him like the best Christmas present ever. I took my time easing the cotton over his erection.
Tyler’s body glistened with sweat. He shied away when I buried my face near his arm pit. That won’t fucking do at all. Yes, I knew some guys were self-conscious or turned off by the primal urge, but I fucking loved the scent of a man who’d been hard at work.
I resisted the urge to lift his arm and lick him there. That was something that could wait until next time, but I did spend a moment kissing the skin at the edge of his chest while Tyler wiggled out of his underwear.
“Never thought I’d get to do this.” I left a trail of open-mouthed kissed along his collarbone and down his sternum. He jerked away from me when I pinched his nipple, but his dick twitched, a drop of precum dangling from the tip. “This is what you’ve been missing. You needed someone to drag you to the edge of pain and pleasure.”
He writhed when I gave the other nipple the same treatment, pinching, twisting, tugging, trying to see how much pain he could take. I slid my other hand lower, grabbing his balls, giving them a swift tug as well.
“Fuck!” Tyler arched off the bed, nearly dislodging me from how I was draped over him. “You prick. That… Oh, shit.”
He thrust harder, seeking friction that didn’t exist. I turned my hand so my palm ground against his root. “You’re beautiful when you let go, Tyler. You want to come for me?”
“Please, Owen. I’ll do whatever you want.” That was one hell of a promise, but there was little doubt in my mind that he meant it.
While maintaining my grip on his nuts, I kissed my way down his torso, licking up stray beads of sweat.
The heady smell of his arousal grew stronger the closer I got to his groin. I wanted to bury my face in the well-groomed thatch of hair surrounding his cock and simply breathe him in, but Tyler was too far gone for that. If I was lucky, the vise-like grip on his shaft would keep him from filling my mouth the second I wrapped my lips around him.
Instead of taking him all the way to the root like I’d love to do, I sucked on the spongy head, working to collect every bit of precum I could coax out of him. Just like I’d expected, the clear fluid was salty and bitter, but not in an unpleasant way.
He fisted his hands in the sheets at his sides, rocking from side to side. A couple of times, I was pretty sure I heard him muttering curses. When I laughed, he did release a string of creative profanities.
“You ready for more?” I asked when I released his tip. I stroked him slow and soft, not nearly enough friction to get him off.
“You’re a bastard, did you know that?” Tyler growled. I laughed because I was pretty sure he’d uttered more profanities in the past hour than he had in months. “Either get me off or fuck me, I’m not picky about which at this point, just quit teasing me.”
“Well, if you’re going to be pushy about it…” I released him and sat back on my heels. Even in the dim light, I could see the frustration building into rage in his eyes.
It was time for me to put him out of his misery. Without another word, I bent down and took him all the way into the back of my throat. He fucked my mouth as I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks and pressing my tongue to the ridge on the underside of his shaft.
“Yeah, just like that, Owen. You’re so good at sucking cock, I’m not going to last. At all.” He arched his back off the bed so high I nearly gagged. If he was expecting me to pull back, he was about to learn just how much I loved having a dick filling my mouth.
I gripped his ass, spreading his cheeks wide enough to play with his rim as I pulled him against my face. I’d need to let him go at some point to catch my breath, but this didn’t seem like the worst way to die.
“Oh god, Owen! I’m gonna—can’t—fuuuuck!” That was the only warning I got before his body seized and he shot down my throat. He twitched through the aftershocks, releasing his final spurts of cum onto my tongue.
I collapsed on top of him, taking his mouth, feeding him his own spend. This was another thing some guys were weird about, but Tyler quickly proved he wasn’t one of those guys. He explored my mouth, plunging his tongue deep into my mouth, savoring the taste of himself on me.
“Who knew you were such a dirty boy?” I quipped when the need for oxygen became impossible to ignore. I fell onto the mattress, holding Tyler tightly and bringing him with me. He rested his head on my shoulder and I gently rubbed his back.
This was what needed to happen tonight. A preview of things to come and the luxury of simply holding one another as we struggled to stay awake.
“You’re not going to run off on me in the middle of the night, are you?” I asked when Tyler tensed. I wished like hell I knew the magic secret to making him trust that I meant it when I told him I was in this for more than a quick fuck.
“No, I think it’s time both of us stay where we belong.” He sighed and burrowed his face against the crook of my neck. “I’m still scared, but I have to trust we’ve both learned our lessons.”
His breathing turned slow and shallow before I could ask what lesson he’d needed to learn. That was okay because he’d be right here in my arms when we woke up.
Talking could wait a bit longer.
CHAPTEREIGHT
