I lean over his body, trailing my hands down his fuzzy chest and over his warm, soft stomach. A light dusting of hair that’s more salt than pepper, like his chest, leads down, revealing solid, masculine hips and thick, sturdy thighs. My mouth waters at the sight of his engorged cock and full, heavy balls.
“You’ve got no idea how long I’ve dreamed about havin’ you like this,” I groan before biting my knuckle and cataloging this to memory.
Gentry chuckles, the sound deep and hearty. “I’m not sure I wanna know.”
“Eh, probably not.” I snort. “But just know… I’ll never forget tonight.”
The heat in his gaze is still there, but there’s something else with it. Something I can’t place. That is, until he says, “I won’t either.”
And just like that, it hits me. That look in his eyes… It’s vulnerability.
“We don’t have to—” I start to say, but he shakes his head, cutting me off. It makes my chest ache. It has me needing to touch him. I lean forward once more and grab him by the back of the neck, hauling his mouth to mine. Our lips fuse, and I pour everything into this kiss. I kiss Gentry like I need this more than I need my next breath.
And I do.
When the kiss ends, I rest my forehead on his and hold his gaze, breathing him in for a moment before sitting back on my heels. My fingers curl around his hard, velvety-smooth length, and I pump him slowly, flicking my wrist on the upstroke. With my other hand, I palm his balls, rolling and tugging enough to elicit a rough, gravelly moan from his chest.
I dip my head down, taking the tip of his cock in my mouth. I’ve been dying to do this again since the night at the bar, but this time, I plan to take my time. Don’t get me wrong, that blow job was hot as fuck, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat, but a man like Gentry needs to be taken apart and consumed slowly, treated like a privilege, not a quick fix. And I plan to do just thatallnight long.
After I tease him with my tongue, I take him to the back of my throat, tears springing to my eyes and my nose brushing against the dark patch of hair at the base. I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with his intoxicating aroma. It takes no time at all for me to lose myself to Gentry, to this moment, and to the sounds I pull out of him with each roll of my tongue.
As soon as I feel like he’s getting close to the edge, I pull off and sit back on my haunches. “Does that feel good, daddy?”
“So goddamn good.”
Stroking him with one hand, I trail the other behind his balls, running two fingers gently along his taint. “And if I were to play back here, would that feel good too?”
Gentry groans, his jaw tight and eyes dark with desire. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. The way his cock throbs in my grip and his thighs open wider tells me everything I need to know.
His gaze burns into mine as I lower myself onto my stomach. Flattening my tongue, I lick the underside of Gentry’s length while simultaneously pushing his knees back, putting all of him on display. And fuck, what a sight it is. I tease my tongue across his taint, loving the way his body writhes beneath me. When I reach his hole, his eyelids flutter closed, and he arches his back.
“Eyes on me,” I growl, voice dripping with lust, full of gravel.
Doing as I say, his dark, glossy eyes connect with mine as I spread him open with my hands. I’m moving before I even know what I’m doing, nuzzling my face against his body and draggingin another long, deep breath, like I’m trying to memorize Gentry’s scent. My head is hazy as my pulse kicks hard under my skin.
Pressing a tender kiss to his inner thigh, I then dive back in and draw a circle around his hole with my tongue. I take my time, savoring him and making sure to give him as much pleasure as I can.
“Fuck, you taste good, daddy,” I groan, unable to help myself.
I need him. I need him so fucking bad I can’t think straight. Need to feel the weight of his husky body against mine as he pumps into me, stretching me. I need the teeth-gritting burn that comes with the first fill; pain that quickly transforms into toe-curling pleasure. Or maybe it’ll be me filling him. Maybe I’ll be the one easing inside him, feeling his body adjust to my cock.Fuck, I’d love that.But would he? I guess only time will tell, and I’m nowhere near ready to go there yet. Not when he’s putty under my tongue.
“Do you want more?” I ask, circling my finger over the tight muscle while grinding my hips into the mattress to try to relieve the ache of my impossibly hard dick.
Gentry swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple rolling in his throat, while he peers down at me. A look of apprehension passes through his gaze, but it doesn’t outweigh the heat. “I’ve never done that,” he admits, and even in the dark room, the flush to his cheeks is clear as day.
“We don’t have to,” I say in a hurry.
“No, no—” He swallows again, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. “That’s not what I’m sayin’. I want to, just…go slow.”
Oh, I plan on it.
Understanding passes through me, and my chest squeezes with the vulnerability in his tone. “Do you have lube?”
“Drawer.”
My heart flutters as I retrieve the clear bottle from his nightstand. “Let me know if you don’t like it or want me to stop,” I murmur.
He nods, then wraps a hand around his swollen cock, lazily stroking as I get back to work.
