It might not be as pretty, but it was definitely something special. This was my first time in years with another man, and I was surprised that I’d even lasted this long.
I set my hands loose on his body—I caressed his shoulder, squeezed his chest, and traced his abs while trying to keep my breath under control.
“Oh fuck, you’re so hot,” he mumbled and I had to fight to keep my laughter in check. “What?”
I shook my head.
“I’m really not,” I said.
Zach pressed his lips together and frowned.
“I beg to differ,” he whispered and tugged at my cock as if daring me to disagree.
When I didn’t, he smirked and slithered down the bed. I felt his breath on my slit, his lips wrapped around my crown, and I held my breath for fear of spontaneous combustion and bit down on my lip to keep myself from moaning.
It was surreal, this moment with Zach in bed. It had been the stuff of dreams for so long, I could hardly believe it was real. To be honest, it wouldn’t surprise me if two seconds before losing all control I woke up to find myself still bed-bound and sweating from a fever-induced wet dream.
Zach moaned with his mouth full, and I felt it reverberating through me like an earthquake that threatened to displace me from my very core. Zach blowing me in my bed like it was his favorite sport was not how I thought I’d be spending the day.
I was entirely hypnotized by his skill and dexterity, the way he looked up every so often, checking in on me, and the way he tried to take more of me with each attempt and how passionate he seemed to be about the task.
I wish this moment could last forever. Or long enough for me to memorize it with perfect recall. But if the way every muscle in my body tensed was any indication, I wasn’t going to make it much longer.
My orgasm built up like an explosion inside me, stealing my breath away. I only had seconds to warn him before I burst.Zach looked up but didn’t let go of me. If anything, he took me in deeper and kept his gaze on me as I unloaded in his mouth. My cock pulsed with each shot. He swallowed each one like a desperate, thirsty man and all I could do was watch him.
Marvel in his beautiful face, his bright eyes, his beautiful soul.
“You couldn’t be any more perfect if you tried,” I whispered, and it was only then he let me slip out of his mouth.
“Yeah?” he asked.
I nodded and he crawled up to me to reunite our lips. As soon as our tongues clashed I could taste myself on him, and that threatened to make me hard again.
I kissed him more deeply. I never liked the taste of my own cum, but somehow it tasted delicious in his mouth and I wanted more.
With him level to me again, I grabbed his cock and gave him a few tugs before I returned the favor and pushed myself down so I could worship his cock.
“You’re glorious,” I mumbled, before filling my mouth with him.
He whimpered and the sound seared through my spine, sending a wave of pleasure through my body, weakening me, but I had a job to do.
I trapped his glans with my lips as tight as possible and stroked the rest of him with a firm grip. His breath built up to an erratic pant that drove me wild until he put his hand on my head and pulled at my hair softly.
“Please,” he whispered and I let go of him, giving him the chance to catch his breath.
Not that I was done with him. Far from it. I pressed my tongue from root to crown, and squeezed as much precum out of him I could before repeating the action over and over again. When he’d found his composure, I took him back in my mouth.
I knew I was torturing him. I knew he wouldn’t last long, but that was exactly why I was doing it. I wanted to make him come undone and I wanted to witness it. To know I’d caused it. To revel in the fact that I’d done that.
With every swipe, every lick, every flick of my tongue, I brought him closer to release and his grip on my hair tightened just before I felt him shudder under me and his hot load filled my mouth.
Looking up, I braced myself and swallowed every last drop of him as if it was my sole sustenance.
Zach looked disheveled and he stared at me, trying to catch his breath but failing.
“You taste so sweet,” I moaned when I managed to let go of him and climbed up to find his lips again. “Of course you taste so sweet. You’re made of sugar.”
“What?” He laughed.
