“About you,” I admit.
“Then I really hope it was something good.” Aaron moves to the side, and for a second, I’m sure I’ve ruined the entire night. He’s going to put his clothes on and go home. Two bad dates in one night would undoubtedly be a record for me.
“Shit.” He sucks my index finger into his mouth, and all rational thought leaves my mind. “More.” I’m not sure exactly what I’m asking for, only that I want whatever Aaron is offering.
AARON
“Can I—” I gesture toward his leaking cock, unsure where my sudden shyness came from. I’m usually not shy in bed, but I’m suddenly feeling a bit unsure of myself.
“Go for it.” He widens his legs expectantly. I take my time getting into position, making sure to find and kiss every freckle on his body.
“What’s this for?” I ask, kissing the spot on his wrist where the number six is tattooed. It’s small, but clearly visible against the olive undertones of his skin.
“What? Oh, it’s a sibling thing. We all have them with our birth order.” I give the number another kiss, still in awe of how large his family is. “Could we maybe not talk about my siblings while we’re naked?”
“That’s fair.”
I return my attention to kissing the parts of Oliver I haven’t yet gotten to explore. His thighs are covered in a layer of soft, dark hair. I rub my cheek against his inner thigh, loving the way it tickles my skin.
“Are you gonna…” He shifts his hips a little to draw my attention to his cock. The tip is an angry shade of purple, begging for attention. It’s tempting to ignore it a little longer, spend the next half hour continuing my tour of his body, getting to know every inch.
One look at Oliver’s face, with his blown pupils and slightly open mouth, is all it takes to convince me otherwise.
It’s been a long time since I gave someone a blowjob. The last time, back in college, I was taking advantage of every opportunity to explore my sexuality. Hopefully, I remember how this works.
I ease myself in by licking a stripe up the underside of his cock, root to tip.
“Oh, fuck. Aaron.” His hips buck as I grin and wrap my hand around his base. Yeah, I remember this perfectly. The way the weight of his cock feels against my tongue when I take him into my mouth. The slightly salty taste of his precum when I suck on his head.
Maybe it’s because it’s been so long. Maybe it’s something about Oliver, but everything feels better than I remember it. Heightened, maybe.
I don’t have the power to think about that right now. Not when I’m sucking such a beautiful cock. Oliver’s not overly long or girthy, but perfectly proportioned. It’s a good thing, too, since I’m out of practice. It takes me a few tries, but I’m able to take him all the way to the back of my throat without gagging.
“Shit, Aaron. I’m getting close.” He squirms beneath me, trying to keep his hips still. When his hand comes to rest on theback of my head, I look up to meet his eyes, hoping it’s enough to encourage him to be a little rough with me. I can take it.
Oliver takes the hint, threading his fingers through my hair. Suddenly, I’m thankful I didn’t get a haircut this week. He pushes me down further, urging me to take all of him. I almost panic, but manage to take a deep breath through my nose and refocus my efforts.
“Ngh. Gonna.” He releases me, allowing me to pull off if I want to. Not a chance in hell. I worked hard for this, and I can’t wait to get my reward.
I don’t have to wait long either. It only takes a little bit of sucking on his head to send him shooting down my throat. He cries as he sends another volley into my mouth. Hard as I try to keep up, some of his cum escapes down my chin.
“Fuck. Aaron. Just… fuck.”
High praise. I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and climb on top of him, careful not to crush him. I’m not big, but I weigh more than he does. Besides, he’s relaxed right now, and I want to keep him that way as long as possible. “You like that?” My own cock is throbbing, dying to be touched. I’ve managed to ignore it until now, preferring to focus on Oliver. That’s not going to last much longer.
He snorts, then covers his mouth quickly. I love that sound, the unabashed joy that comes out when he’s not guarding his reactions. “I think it’s pretty clear I did.”
“I don’t know. I might need to test that hypothesis a few more times.”
“Tonight?” His voice squeaks as his eyes go wide.
It’s my turn to laugh. I’m not against another round tonight, buta fewis pushing it. “How about we see how things go?”
“I think before we talk about my second and third orgasm, we should worry about your first.” My erection had flagged a littlewhile we talked, but with that suggestion, it goes rock hard again in anticipation of whatever Oliver is offering.
“Yeah?”
“Mmmmm… what do you want?” He snakes an arm between us, finding my cock and wrapping his hand around it.
