“Eyes right here, Robbie,” Ames orders, and my muscles obey instantly, tilting my head down again before I’ve had time to process the command. “Watch me do this. See exactly who’s on his knees for you.”
Like I could possibly forget?
He licks me again, root to tip, this time swirling his tongue around the head, and I have to grip the cushions to keep from gripping his dark curls. “Fuck,” I mutter. “How is that so good?”
“I’m dedicated to my craft,” he teases. There’s just time for me to see his smile turn smug before he takes me into his mouth. Then it’s all wet heat and suction and his tongue doing things that make me lose the ability to form coherent sentences.
I’ve gotten plenty of blowjobs before. But this is different. Ames maps every inch of me like he’s committing it to memory. Like he’s planned this out. Like it’s not just about me and my pleasure; he’s enjoying every fucking second. Like he wants to know exactly how to make me fall apart.
“Oh, Jesus Christ!” I yell when he takes me deeper, all the way to the back of his throat, and swallows. “Ames, that’s— Oh,godddd.”
He hums around me, and the vibration makes my hips jerk. I can’t stop my hands from fisting in his curls.
He pulls back just long enough to laugh up at me and mutter, “Easy, baby”—which, spoiler, does not makeanythingeasier—before taking me deep again.
I want to say… something. Like, tell him how he’s destroying me systematically. Like apologize because we could have had this foryears, if I’d realized sooner thatAmes was the center of my world and the rest was just trimming.
But when I open my mouth, all that comes out is a protracted moan.
I watch him because he told me to and because I can’t look away. His dark curls fall across his forehead. His cheeks are flushed. His eyes are closed in concentration and what I really hope isn’t discomfort. His lashes are dark against his cheeks. He’s so fucking beautiful it hurts.
“Ames.” My voice is hushed and awed and wrecked. “Ames, I’m so close. I’m…”
Ames doesn’t pull off. Instead, he doubles down—because of course he fucking does—taking me deeper, working me with his tongue and his good hand.
When I feel pressure building at the base of my spine, I try one more time.
“Ames, I’m— Baby, fuck, I’m?—”
He moans around me and sucks harder, like there’s nothing he wants more than my cum, and that’s it. I’m gone. Done and dusted. I come so hard I see stars, so hard my whole body literallyshakes, and Ames takes it all, swallowing around me until I’m boneless and spent.
When he finally pulls off, he sits back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his good hand. He’s grinning up at me, looking way too pleased with himself.
“Holy…” I take a breath and try again. “Holyshit.”
“And that, rookie, is how it’s done.”
I laugh—or give a breathless impersonation of one, anyway—and reach for him. When he sets his knee on the couch like he’s going to sit down, I redirect him so he’s straddling my lap. The towel’s long gone—left behind onthe floor—and his hard cock is poking my abs, leaving a sticky trail.
I don’t give myself time to overthink, just wrap my hand around his cock like I would my own and lean up to kiss him.
He makes a choked-off sound. “You don’t need to?—”
“Fuck off, Axford,” I murmur against his lips. “I wanna make you feel good too. Unless you wanted to keep running your mouth…?”
“N-no,” he breathes. “I suddenly find I have nothing to say.”
I laugh a little, but then I have to kiss him again because he looks so good, so right, staring down at me like he is.
He puts his left hand over mine and guides me, showing me the exact rhythm he likes. The pressure.
“Good?” I ask against his mouth.
“Yeah. Fuck, yeah. Just like that.”
I watch his face as I stroke him, loving the way he gasps, the way his sharp eyes have gone hazy, the way his lips are parted and he’s panting unselfconsciously as he chases his pleasure.
“Robbie. Oh my god. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t?—”
