“Don’t do that,” he pants. “Don’t pull away. I need to feel it all.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not.”
I grind down, kissing him deeply.
Vince pumps me fast, thumb sliding over my slit. I drop my head back, muttering a curse.
“Is it okay? I can’t feel what I’m doing to you.”
I cup his face. “Trust me. It’s incredible.”
The feel of his hot tongue, his firm hand, and the slick movements of our sweaty skin, I’m nearing the edge already.
I pull back to look at him, wanting to see his face as I roll his foreskin back.
“Can I suck you?”
Vince freezes, eyes wide. “I definitely won’t last long if you do.”
“That’s okay. I’m not going to either, honestly.” I kiss him. “I’d really like to, though.”
Climbing off him, I kneel in front of Vince and kiss his thigh before reaching for his cock. I trail it over my lips before taking it into my mouth. The salty taste, along with the veiny texture, makes me moan. I forgot how much I love giving head.
I pump myself hard as I swallow him down, sliding my tongue back and forth. Vince cups the back of my head, thrusting up. I gag at the sudden pressure, but eagerly welcome him in again. Hollowing out my cheeks, I sink all the way to the base and swallow. Vince mutters something under his breath, fingers scraping my scalp. As I bob, his balls draw up. I gently roll them in my fingers.
“Fletch,” he warns.
Vince grunts at the same time his thighs contract, then hot liquid floods my mouth. I swallow it down, sucking hard. My hand flies over my cock, burning from the lack of lube, yet I don’t care. I’m too turned on to care.
Vince pushes me back, then leans forward to kiss me. He pulls me close, replacing my hand with his spit-soaked one.
I’m gone within seconds, spurting in hot, thick ropes against his stomach.
We break the kiss and rest our foreheads together, breathing hard.
Slowly, I pull away, smiling like a damn fool. Vince is smiling too, and it’s making my heart do a weird little backflip. I get up to find some napkins, then pull my pants on.
Vince is moving a little steadier now, though clearly still hurting. He pulls his boxer briefs on, then reaches for me. “Thank you.”
I snort. “You don’t need to thank me for that.”
“I do, though. I’ve been dreading knowing if it was me. If my nerves…” He stops and shakes his head. “You gave me something back, Fletch. Thank you.”
He kisses me softly.
“Well, anytime you need a reminder of hownotbroken you are, I’m more than willing. That was fun.”
He laughs and turns away.
“I better go, though.”
“You sure? Wouldn’t mind if you stayed.”
Again with the heart somersaults…
I grin so big it hurts. “I would, but Georgie is home, so I should probably sleep inside.” Stepping into his space, I kiss him again. “But can I get a raincheck? Because I really like the idea of sleeping together.”
