For the next several minutes, I drove him wild with long, leisurely licks and slow, steady strokes. This morning felt different than last night—no rush, no frantic edge, just a slow rediscovery of what we liked together.
“You keep doing that,” he muttered when I gripped his cock at the base and swirled my tongue around the tip, “and I’m gonna?—”
“Exactly,” I said, pulling off and kissing my way down the underside of his shaft. I nuzzled against his heavy sack before dipping lower to press my nose against the warm, musky skin beneath.
Taylor’s breath hitched. “Seb.”
I glanced up the length of his body, keeping my voice soft when I asked, “Can I try something? Please?”
His brows pinched together, uncertainty flashing across his face. “I told you?—”
“No fucking, I know,” I finished for him. “This isn’t that.” I blew out a soft puff of air that ghosted over his skin. “Just … trust me?”
Taylor hesitated for what felt like a lifetime, but was actually only two or three seconds before giving a short nod. “Don’t make me regret this.”
“Pull your legs back for me.” I tapped his flank.
When he did, tilting his hips at the perfect angle, I spread his cheeks apart and just stared.
Christ.
My mouth watered, my cock jerking hard against my thigh. I had to let go of Taylor to wrap my fist around it, squeezing it hard just to keep myself from losing it right then and there.
I’d dreamed about this back in college—about Taylor letting me touch him here,tastehim here—but it had been pure fantasy. Something I jerked off to in the shower, knowing I’d never get the real thing.
“You have no idea what it’s doing to me to see you like this,” I told him, my voice strained. “Back in school, I used to think about this. About getting to taste you here. I’d get myself off imagining how good you’d sound with my tongue on you.Inyou.”
A flush climbed Taylor’s chest, his cock swelling. I let go of myself to stroke the underside with my fingers, dragging my thumb over the bead of pre-cum at the tip.
“Someone likes knowing how desperate I was for this.”
His laugh was low, almost shy. “You never told me any of this.”
I licked my thumb, sucking the evidence of his arousal into my mouth and holding his gaze. “I never said a lot of things, Taylor.”
“Same,” he agreed, letting out a heavy breath as I continued to stroke his cock fully back to life.
I slid onto my stomach and spread his cheeks back apart, blowing gently over his hole.
The air conditioner kicked on with a soft whir, sending a cool draft across my shoulders. Somewhere down the hall, a door slammed, and voices sounded briefly before fading away. But all I could focus on was the heat radiating from Taylor’s skin and how he trembled under my touch.
“If I do anything you don’t like—if this doesn’t feel fucking amazing—just tap my head twice, and I’ll stop immediately.Okay?” I looked up to find him staring down at me, his chest rising and falling with deep, labored breaths.
He nodded. “I will.”
“Thank you,” I said just before my tongue swept out to lick that tight ring of muscle.
His sharp inhale was followed by a startled moan, one hand gripping the back of my head—not to push me away or tell me to stop, thank god—but to hold me against him.
The sounds he made as I loosened him up were obscene. I paused, lips barely grazing his skin to ask, “You hear those sounds you’re making? Music to my ears, Tay.”
I pushed my tongue inside him then, spearing him deep, then drew back to circle the rim in slow, teasing laps. His hole fluttered around me, and fuck, the greedy way it tried to pull me back in made my cock leak against the sheets.
“Look at you,” I groaned against him, swirling my tongue and pressing my face as close to him as I could get so he’d know—so he’d feel—how badly I wanted this. How much I loved it.
Taylor let out a strangled moan, his hips rocking up involuntarily.
I spread him wider, watching the way his hole opened for me, so pretty and wet.
