“You haven’t done this before.”
“Neither have you.”
A first, for both of us. Fuck, that sounds good.
“Do you want me to keep sucking you?” I ask, teasing.
“Do Iwantyou to?” he repeats in a choked tone.
I wink and then lick him from base to tip again, giving his length extra-special attention, getting it wet from more than just the shower spray. Covering him in me.
My eyes slide closed when I wrap my lips around him again. I could get drunk on the sounds he’s making. He loves this so much, and I wish I’d done it sooner.
Taking more in, he feels almost too heavy and wide. My thrusting fingers falter, my focus shifting to accommodating his size. Trying to relax my mouth. It’s foreign and a little uncomfortable how wide my lips are being forced. He suddenly seems so much bigger than before.
“No, don’t try to take it all,” Kendrick says gently, using my hair to coax me off him. “Use your hand. On the base and stroke—yeah, just like that. Hand where your mouth can’t reach. Perfect.Fucking perfect.” The words end on a groan that fuels me.
That makes it easier to focus on the part of him in my mouth, using my tongue to explore and lick everywhere. My fingers have stopped moving, but there’s something nice about being inside him like this while I focus on his dick. And from his harsh breathing, moans, and the way he’s trying to rip my hair out of my skull, Kendrick’s having a good time. And that’s all I need to keep me going.
The more I bob on his cock, awkwardly trying to coordinate my hand movement on the rest of his length, the more I like it too. My lips are tingling, oversensitive and bruised, and it feels better than I could have imagined. Kendrick’s dick is in my mouth, and he’s getting off on it. Not even the ache in my jaw can take that from me.
“You’re doing so good,” Kendrick praises me, softening his touch. “The way you look with my cock in your mouth…” He glides his fingers through my hair and thumbs my skin as he speaks. I preen under the compliment and suck harder. A mix of sweet and bitter fills my mouth, and I instantly recognise what it is. Pre-cum. He’s getting close.
Arousal slowly builds as I taste him, like he’s directly feeding it to me. It moves down, swirling in my gut and thickening my cock. It’s a dull ache, a need for release. I don’t want to pull myfingers out of him, so I use my other hand to reach down and hold myself. That feels nice too.
“Fuck,” Kendrick breaths out, his cock throbbing in my mouth. “Are you hard?”
I moan around him in answer, unwilling to stop to give him verbal confirmation. I want to make him come and swallow all of it. It’s almost mine, I can tell by just how much of his pre-release is coating my mouth.
His hips jerk, and he hits the back of my throat. I choke in surprise, and he pulls all the way out immediately. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Spence. I didn’t mean to—are you alright?”
Instead of answering, I swallow him down again. He surprised me, but the idea that he’s lost enough to his own pleasure to fuck my mouth is the best feeling in the world. Instead of jerking myself, I hold his hip and encourage him to do it again. He does, shallower this time, mindful of not choking me again. I can’t say I don’t appreciate it. I don’t think I’m ready for deep throating just yet. I can practice more. We have all the time in the world.
Once he’s got a rhythm that’s comfortable for us both, I go back to fisting my cock, speeding up. I don’t know if I’ll get there in time, but I’ll try. I don’t care if I come at all, I just needhimto.
His moans get louder, every thrust of his hips more erratic and uncontrolled. Even then, he still keeps himself from choking me, from going too deep. Even at the height of his frenzy, he’s still thinking about me and my comfort.
He tries to pull me off him, and I growl.No. I got him here, this is mine, and I’ll have all of it. He doesn’t get to take that from me.
“Fuck. Baby, I’m about to come. You need to—”
I suck harder, bob faster, eager and desperate.Yes. This is what I want. It’smine.Mine.
His moan deepens, and then he’s groaning out my name, and bittersweet cum fills my mouth. I’m not sure how I feel about the taste, but it doesn’t matter. It’sKendrick,and I make sure toswallow every fucking drop and then lick his cock until there’s nothing left.
Once I’m satisfied that I’ve gotten it all, I rest my forehead on his thigh and leisurely finger his ass, not quite ready to stop yet. He shivers and splays his hands over the top of my head.
“Bit sensitive.”
I pause. “Should I stop?”
“No, baby.” He tips my head up, thumbs resting on my jaw. “You like that?”
I don’t really know what part specifically he’s talking about, but the answer’s easy, regardless. “Yeah.” I like all of it. Any of it. Anything that we do together. I made him come, again, and it’s something I could easily get addicted to. Being the source of his pleasure in a visceral way. More than just theoretical. More than him getting himself off in the shower because of me. Ididthis, all the way.
“You’re still hard.”
Oh. I am. I give a little shrug and focus on where I’m still fingering him. Would a fourth—I bite my lip as I nudge another in. Goddamnthat’s fantastic.
