He chuckles. “Couldn’t resist. Move back a little.”
My eyes shutter when he closes his lips around my cockhead. I’ve had blowjobs before—plenty of them—but none of them hold a candle to the way Jericho’s tongue feels against my shaft. Or any of this, really. Between the feel of his strong hands on my legs, the intense suction as he bobs on my cock, and the erotic way he flattens his tongue against the head…I’m overcome with ecstasy.
“Since when do you back down from a challenge?” he teases.
Oh. Right. I’m supposed to be blowing him too.
Holding him with one hand, I stroke as I lick up and down both sides, tapping his cock against my tongue like I’ve seen in porn videos. He seems to like that, grunting and shifting on the mattress. Unsure of what to do with the foreskin, I gently ease a finger underneath, tracing the tip of the head.
Jericho bucks up, cursing around a mouthful of my shaft.
I look over my shoulder at him. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No, trust me. That’s… fuck, that’s unbelievably good. You’re gonna make me come just by doing that.”
“Really? Because I…” I trail off, suddenly unsure.
He seems to get what I’m confused about and reaches between us to roll the foreskin back. My eyes widen at the purple, wet head, already coated in loads of creamy precum. I can’t resist tasting it, dragging my tongue along the head and teasing his slit.
Jericho’s fingers dig into my thigh. “Fuck, you’re really going all in, aren’t you.”
“What? Didn’t think I’d do this?”
“No,” he says simply. “Never thought you’d want it.”
I look at him again over my shoulder. “Guess your drawings gave me some ideas,” I say.
Jericho chuckles, then takes me deep, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucks. I try to do the same, but I can’t take him far before gagging. It takes a few tries to learn how to relax my jaw enough to let him in, but once I do? Holy hell, it’s the best thing I’ve ever experienced. Right away, I know this is something I’m going to want to do again. The feel of his hard shaft on my tongue, of it hitting the back of my throat, and the flavor of his precum? It’s amazing. All the tiny twitches and spasms of his shaft are telling me he’s enjoying it, too.
I go lower, sucking on each of his balls one at a time. Jericho writhes under me, his cock bobbing against my cheek and leaking sticky residue in my hair. I couldn’t care less. I nudge his thigh and lick his taint, just as he did to me.
Without warning, Jericho shoves at my hips to throw me off. Before I can ask what’s wrong, he reaches for my arm to turn me around and pull me on top of him. Cupping my ass with both hands, he holds us impossibly close as he slams our mouths together. A second later, hot liquid pools between our bellies as his cock spasms.
I grin stupidly against his lips.Holy fucking mother of all. I made Jericho come.
I push myself up, wanting to see his face. Mouth parted, eyes hooded, Jericho is a thing of beauty when he orgasms.
He looks away, murmuring, “Sorry. Guess I’ve been a little eager. I didn’t last long.”
I laugh, kissing him soundly on the lips. “You kidding? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He still seems uncertain, so I rock my hips, letting him feel my still rock-hard erection against his. “I definitely like this, Jer.”
He slips a hand between us to stroke me. I’m so sensitive, so close to the edge that it’s almost too much. Leaning down, I kiss him and move astride him. God, how this feels… I had no idea. It’s so good, soright.
Jericho’s touch encourages me, pulling me closer and closer to the edge. When he dips a finger between my ass cheeks, barely touching my sensitive hole, I come so hard my toes curl. I didn’t even know that was possible.
“Jer…icho,” I pant. “Oh shit. Shit!”
He milks me through the orgasm, lips gently grazing my cheek. I drop my head to his shoulder, gasping. His strong arms come around me, holding me tenderly. When I feel his lips against my neck again, I also get the cold, sharp sensation of two fangs.
I shudder.
“I won’t bite you,” he whispers very softly, as if he knows I’m not ready. “I just want to be close to you.”
That’s when something he said comes back to me.It can be very sensual.Which means drinking from someone is not only about food. It’s about intimacy.
My heart beats faster as I consider it. Jericho wants this, and some small part of me—albeit a very small part—wants to give it to him.
