“Then we better do something,” I groaned. “We didn’t come yesterday, and I didn’t jack off this morning.”
“Don’t worry, baby,” he whispered into my ear, sending a shiver through me. “I’ve got you.”
Then Bodhi dropped to his knees.
My protest died before it could form. My leggings and underwear were shoved down my thighs, my cock springing free right in front of his face. His tongue swiped the tip, slow and deliberate, and when he took me into his mouth, I had to clamp a hand over my lips to keep from crying out.
He swallowed me in one smooth motion, and I hit the back of his throat. I nearly lost it right there. My fingers tangled in his hair as he gagged softly, throat tightening around me.
“Fuck,” I whimpered as he pulled back, tongue dragging along my length.
He repeated the motion, setting a steady pace. I felt the salivaslipping from the corner of his mouth. When I tugged his hair, he moaned, the vibration shooting straight through me.
I was already close. Too close.
I slapped his shoulder. “Stop. Stop, stop.”
Bodhi pulled off instantly. “What’s wrong?” Genuine concern threaded through his breathless voice.
“I’m fine,” I gasped. “I just didn’t want to come yet.”
He chuckled, fingers brushing my balls, making me jump.
“Feeling a little on edge?”
“Absofuckinglutely,” I squeaked. “But I really want to blow you.”
“What do you suggest?”
I chewed my lip until an idea sparked.
“Lie down.”
Bodhi blinked. “What?”
“On your back. Trousers down to your ankles.”
There was a pause. Then the sound of fabric, a zip.
“Okay,” he said softly. “I’m ready.”
I shoved my trainers off and stripped out of my leggings and underwear, leaving myself bare from the waist down. Then I crouched, reaching out into the dark to find Bodhi. It took a second, fumbling hands brushing skin and air, but eventually I found his stomach, then his knees. With a quiet laugh and his help, I swung my leg over his head without kneeing him in the face.
Now I was sprawled across his body, and I could feel the heat of him right in front of me. I couldn’t see his cock, and somehow that made it even more intoxicating. Was he leaking already? What did it look like? The questions barely registered. I was past the point of thinking.
I just wanted him in my mouth.
So I took him.
I sucked the head of his cock between my lips at the exact moment he did the same to me, and the vibration of his moan against my skin made me shudder. I took him deeper just to hear it again. My hands slid over his ass, squeezing, and he responded by lifting his hips, easing himself further into my mouth.
My throat protested at first, but I breathed through it, relaxing until the sensation settled. The weight of him on my tongue was incredible. Every time I stroked his shaft with it, he groaned and thrust deeper, and I rewarded him by squeezing his ass again, urging him on.
Before long, he was rutting into my mouth like he’d lost all restraint. My jaw ached. My knees burned against the hard floor. But I didn’t care. All I wanted was to taste him. To feel his cock twitch as he came. To swallow him and feel his body shake beneath my hands.
Keeping my focus was hard while he worked me over with the same ruthless attention. He licked and sucked at me like I was something precious, something irresistible, and I knew I wasn’t far off.
But I wanted him to finish first.
