He let go. I howled in protest, a guttural sound of pure agony.
“Nix, can… Um… I mean, rookie, could I try sucking you?”
“What?” I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly.
“Want to try sucking you,” he said.
Before I could screamGet your goddamn mouth on my cock, he said, “I… this is great, and I love it. But I want to make you feel as good as I can.” He cleared his throat and met my eyes. “Would my slutty rookie like it if I sucked his dick?”
“Please!” The word was a choked cry, so I lowered my voice. “Yes, captain. Blow me. I’ll warn you before I come.”
He nodded, lowered his head, and licked a slow circle around the tip. It felt so good I cried out, and he took me in. He moved with a slow, maddening steadiness that drove me insane. It fulfilled so many fantasies I’d had about him.
When most of my cock was in his mouth, he started sucking. His mouth was a furnace, and he clenched his jaw enough to make a tight fit. The suction was perfect.
Pack is blowing me. If this is a dream, please don’t let me wake up.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, yes. Feels so good.”
“Mm. Ungh.”
For someone who’d never done this, he was nailing it. The pressure and suction, knowing exactly when to let up and when to push me… It was fucking perfect.
My cock hit the back of his throat, and instead of gagging, he adjusted his angle and kept sucking the soul out of me.
Oh my God. Holy shit.
“Captain.” My voice was rough, so I tried again. “Hey, captain.”
He kept going, lost in it, so I reached down and tapped his shoulder. “Pack! I’m gonna…Goddammit!”
My upper body lifted off the bed with the first explosive shot, and a choked cry tore from my throat. Pack’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t stop. After another shot, then another, he finally pulled off. Not fast enough to prevent a fat rope of cum splattering across his face. I grunted with every spurt. The harsh, guttural sounds didn’t let up until I collapsed back onto the bed.
He kissed and nuzzled my thighs, eventually working his way back to my cock. After licking the shaft clean, he took me halfway in his mouth again, using just enough suction to get the last drops. The world was inching back into focus when he crawled up beside me and laid an arm over my chest.
I scooted in and rested my head on his shoulder. “You sure that was your first time, captain?”
“Call me Pack now,” he whispered. “The game was fun, but now I want to hold you.”
I moaned. “Best blow job of my life, Pack. Bar none.”
He gave a soft, breathy chuckle. “Liar. I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“You hit a home run your first time at bat. I’m forever spoiled for blow jobs now, so you’ll be seeing me often.”
He leaned over and kissed me, pulling me closer as our tongues did a slow dance.
When we broke for air, I whispered, “Tried to warn you. Did you spit it out?”
He swatted my chest with the force of a feather. “I wanted to swallow your jizz, so I did. There was too much, though. I missed some of it.”
Chuckling, I pushed up enough to look at his face. “I sprayed you pretty good. Where’d it go?”
“Wiped it on the sheet down there.” He turned onto his side to face me. “Listen, Nix. This was the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. And I don’t mean only the sex, as unforgettable as that was. I’m talking about being with you like this. Would you ever consider doing it again?”
“Ha! You deaf fucker. I told you how often you’ll be seeing me for blow jobs.”
“Oh yeah.” He sounded sleepy.
