“I want to,” I said. “Really want to. It’s true this isn’t something that shows up on a predictable schedule for me. I can’t promise I’ll always be in the mood for sexy times, but what I can promise is that I’ll never engage with you in this way unless I’m fully here for it. And right now, I am. I’m present and feeling it. I want to share this with you.”
“Okay, thank you. That’s all I needed to know. If it’s a yes from you, it’s a yes from me.”
“It’s an absolute yes from me. A big green light.”
Pressing a slow open-mouthed kiss to the head of his cock, my tongue teased along the sensitive rim. He shuddered. Licking again, slower this time, I savored the salt of his skin and the alkali remains of his earlier release. It spread across my tongue, intimate and complex and thrilling.
“Luke,” he moaned.
That gave me all the encouragement I needed. Still gripping his cock with one hand, my other came up to the curve of his ass, guiding him forward, sucking the crown of him into my mouth. And then it hit me. I had zero technique. I mean, I knew the basics—avoid teeth, lick, suck, bob—but I needed to give the most perfect blow job anyone had ever received in the entirerecorded history of oral sex, and I was a rookie player sent into the championship game with no training montage.
His cock pulsed and I let out an internal sigh of relief. If just holding him in my mouth drew that kind of reaction, I probably couldn’t go too wrong. That’s what I’d choose to believe at least. The thought pushed me into motion.
Lapping up every trace of his cum, I dragged my tongue around his head. Oliver grew particularly noisy when I flicked my tongue over the band of tissue connecting his foreskin to the head. With my tongue carrying the work so far, I shifted to the power of my mouth. Pursing my lips, I sank lower along his shaft, swirling him inside my mouth before sliding back up. Moving my hand from the meat of his butt, I traced the swell of his cheek, fingers grazing down his thigh to fondle his balls.
Oliver’s breath came in broken puffs, interspersed with soft, breathy moans that made my spine tingle and my chest tighten with fondness. Those sounds were music, a chart topper. I wanted more. I wanted to lavish him and spoil him and give him pleasure beyond anything he’d ever experienced.
I drew back to murmur against the tip of his cock, my lips brushing over the sensitive skin. “I love the way you respond to me, how you come alive in my mouth.”
“Fuck, Luke, I—”
Whatever he meant to say vanished as I swallowed him again. This time I took him deeper, drawing him in with hollowed cheeks. My tongue glided along the underside of his shaft, tracing every throbbing heartbeat.
I chased his climax like a man starved. Full tunnel vision, zero chill. I started bobbing my head harder, hand working the base while my mouth and tongue did everything else. The heat of him, the helpless little sounds he made, his shaking thighs, every bit of it just cranked my need higher. I wanted to take him right to the edge and watch him implode.
Greedy didn’t cover it. I wanted to please him, wreck him, show him how much I wanted him. Predictably, I went for it way too fast, too eager, his dick straight-up colliding with my tonsils. I gagged. Pulling back, I coughed, eyes watering, letting out a breathless laugh.
“Shit. You okay?” Oliver asked, reaching down to cup my cheek, thumb brushing beneath my eye.
“Yeah, don’t mind me. I miscalculated. Didn’t quite pace the enthusiasm.”
I glanced down. His cock gleamed with my spit and precum, tinged a desperate red. Raw want smeared across his skin, dribbled down my chin, stretched in strings between my mouth and his dick. Primal need twisted low in my belly. Wow, this was really working for me right now.
“Let me keep going. I want you to fall apart in my mouth. I want to taste that moment.”
“Jesus, Luke. I want that too. So much. But don’t hurt yourself. What you’re doing is already fucking amazing. You don’t have to choke on my cock to prove anything.”
“I know. Chalk it up to a rookie error on my debut BJ performance. Not exactly the master plan,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “But I want you to feel wanted. I want you so spoiled with care and closeness that you never have to question if you’re cherished. I wanna get you to that place where you’re so wrapped up in what we’re sharing you forget how to form words. I want you all soft and boneless and happy because you feel safe letting go with me. I want your whole self to feel good. Mind, body, and heart.”
“Luke...” His voice broke, his breath coming in uneven pants, his hips chasing my hand in small unconscious thrusts. “You already have me there.”
“Yeah?” I whispered, leaning up to press a kiss to the crease of his hip, letting my nose brush his skin, breathing him in. “Then let me take you the rest of the way.”
Putting him back in my mouth, I let my hand take over where my throat had faltered, stroking him in time with each pass of my tongue.
I gave his head all the attention in the world, tongue swirling around it before I sank down his shaft again, sucking and squeezing like a man on a mission. It didn’t take long before his whole body started to tremble.
Still within the tolerance I’d learned, breathing hard, my mouth stretched wide, I took him a little deeper. Without breaking rhythm, I looked up again. His eyes opened and found mine. The connection hit me like a shockwave.
Oliver was the epicenter of a full-body earthquake inside me, cracking me open and rebuilding me with every sound he made, every tiny move of his hips.
It lit me up from the inside, flooding me with feeling so intense it knocked the air out of me. My whole nervous system rewired in real time, every synapse sparking to life with new instructions that all spelled his name. And I didn’t want to go back. I didn’t want anything else. Just this. Just him.
“Luke, fuck, you should probably pull off if you don’t want my cum in your mouth.”
“I want it,” I said as I pulled back enough to speak. “I want everything. I want to drink you in and swallow you down. Give it to me, please, Ollie.”
I popped him back in my mouth. My tongue traced the thick vein that pulsed with the promise of climax. My other hand gripped his waist, steadying him, as his hips canted forward in stuttered surrender.
