If he’d come this far, he might get on board with my fantasy. I grabbed his head with both hands, told him to relax his throat, and essentially jackhammered my cock in and out of him.
My heart was officially pounding, and I began panting.
“Fucking hell, Nate.” I clenched my jaw. “Almost there. Fuck.”
He moaned and whimpered around me. Choked a bit too. I let him come up for air, but he didn’t like that. He forced me back in, making me exhale a laugh. Who was this fucking guy? A dream come true, that’s what.
“Swallow everything I give you,” I commanded, out of breath. “Every damn drop. And don’t come.”
His eyes flashed open, and he glared.
I grinned. “You’re not getting yourself off. That’s my job.”
I had no words to describe how good he felt. And how hot he looked with my cock in his mouth. With saliva and pre-come glistening across his lips.
I couldn’t stop myself. I fucked his throat as hard as I wanted to, and I let go. The pleasure took over, crashing down on me, coursing through me, and I came in hot spurts.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I groaned.
God-fucking-dammit.
I shuddered and withdrew a little, the last of my release pumping out to coat the roof of his mouth.
I blew out a harsh breath and peered down at him.
He hummed and swirled his tongue around my cock, and he sucked me clean before pulling back.
“Get up here,” I panted.
He didn’t waste a second. He rose to his feet, and I grabbed him by the throat and kissed him hard. It made him moan and throw his arms around me, and I got to taste more than mint and coffee on his tongue.
“Will you be offended if I call you a good boy?” I half joked.
He chuckled breathlessly and pulled up my sweats. “No, but it’s not really my kink, so to speak.”
Well, hello.
I inched back. “Doyou have kinks?”
The corners of his mouth twisted up. “I don’t know. I’ve read about some. I’m definitely not a sub.”
Hint taken. But he knew about kink.
“I like Japanese bondage,” he admitted.
All right, all right. I leaned in and kissed him again. “But you’re okay with bottoming?”
“More than.” He shivered as I slipped my hands down his pants and grabbed at his ass. I hadn’t seen it yet, and I was itching to. “I like both. I, um… I actually usually prefer to top, but some guys draw out the bottom in me.”
“Some guys, huh?”
“Mmm…like you.” He dragged his hands up my abs, up my chest… “I’ve thought about you fucking me all day.”
Damn, boy.
I licked my lips and kneaded his ass. “Tongue first,” I said, kissing his jaw. “I want you on all fours in my bed within sixty seconds, and then I’mma eat you out.”
