While dropping to my knees to enjoy a new mouthcapade was initially the idea, J.T.’s hand greedily cupping my face as his fingers tangle themselves in my hair, deliciously delays the adventure.
How he manages to pair the tugs of my strands to the same speed of his wild lashes is mindboggling.
And breathtaking.
Yet each breath he steals seems to only fuel him to work his tongue faster.
Harder.
Whip and whirl and whirl and whip until I’m not sure if I’m whimpering for more or for mercy.
Pawing at the button to his shorts, desperate to have more of him,feelmore of him, seems to be frivolous and fruitless, but I don’t stop.
I repeatedly fondle the territory in a blatant refusal to give up.
Determined to be a champion.
The one thing I’ve always been.
Knowing all I need is our lips separated for a split moment, I purposely run my palm along the hard length of his imprisoned cock, prompting him to pull back on a chesty grumble, “Fuckkkkk, Beloved. I wanna come in your mouth, not in my shorts.”
Smugness radiates through my smirk. “I’ve never had a guy do that for me.”
“And I never wanna be the guy that does that for you.”
Small snickers escape us both prior to me successfully undoing the button to his bottoms.
Lowering them along with his boxer briefs to the ground.
I do my best not to gawk at the mouthwatering sight I’ve been blessed with but fail.
Happily.
Miserably.
Fail.
One, thick, drop of pre-cum sits tauntingly on the tip of his dick, daring me to stop admiring its long length, jeering me to drop my jaw to swallow his thickness, challenging me to do it in a single, flawless motion.
Which I do.
Inching him inside would’ve been the wiser and safer or at least smarter play but that’s not me.
That’s not my style.
Risks for rewards has always been my policy.
Will alwaysbemy policy.
And something tells me that that’s exactly what J.T. needs in his partner.
Even if it’s just for the next few days.
“Fuckkkkk,” groans the man above me for a second time, “that feels so goddamn good.”
The urge to smirk is beat by the one to brush my lips against the very base of his cock.
“Too…” he airily groans, fingers returning back to my disheveled locks, “good…” An abrupt yank sends me backwards to the point his tip is all that’s resting on my tongue. “You wanna get me off quick, don’t you?”
