Leaning my weight into his hips, I tapped my fingers into his thigh in a pattern we’d never rehearsed but he somehow understood. Freezing, his hand loosened its grip.
“You okay?” he whispered, his chest still heaving, a sheen of sweat visible across his pecs.
“I’m fantastic.” I kissed the skin above the dark thatch of hair at his pelvis. “Are you? Is this okay for you? It’s not pushing you too far?”
“Very okay. Better than okay. If this is wreckage, I don’t ever want you to put me back together. But tell me if I’m getting too carried away or hurting you or—”
“You’re fine,” I interrupted, nuzzling into his lower abdomen. “I only paused because when I return to this magnificent cock, I ask that you let me go solo. Can you do that for me?”
“I’ll do most anything you ask of me.”
“Then lie back and let me take care of you.”
This time, my motions began slow and exploratory, my tongue following each raised vein, tracing the curve of his girth, learning every texture.
His moans were different now. Not the carnal ones of wild lust from before, but drawn-out sounds, dragged from the depths of his being, rich with intimacy.
Bobbing my head with growing intent, my hands gripped his thighs, letting each plunge push me deeper into the sweet surrender of giving, taking joy in the way he writhed beneath me.
“Oliver,” he croaked. “I’m gonna blow if you keep that up.”
Removing myself with one long suck and a playful little pop, I licked my lips, looking up at him. “Then give in. I want you to cum and I want it in my mouth. You gave me freedom, now let me give you everything back.”
“You do. You give me everything I never knew I wanted.”
I was going to choke on his sweetness, and while I loved when he showered me with affirmations and compliments, the only thing I wanted to be choking on was his full, ready-to-burst cock.
With zeal, I took him back into my mouth. Endgame my goal. I’d stay here until he handed me the shot of his body. It didn’t take long. With a final undulation of my head as I moved back up, pressure tight around him, he tensed beneath me, thighs trembling. An undone noise filled the room, followed by a full-bodied spasm against me, and then a flood of warmth.
Spurts of cum spilled across my tongue in surges, each one met with a greedy swallow. I drank every drop, every shudder, stroking him through it and drawing it out, prolonging his release and savoring each pulse, each trembling aftershock, until his sounds broke into overstimulated whimpers. When I finally pulled off, his body sagged against the mattress with a groan of spent satisfaction.
I pulled off him with a wet sound. Giving him one last parting lick across the sensitive tip to seal the memory in his flesh, I crawled up the length of his body and nestled against his side, resting my head on his chest. The thud of his heart filtered into my ear canal.
When he spoke, the words were barely above a whisper, vulnerable and wanting.
“Would you take me? Like... be inside me, make love to me?”
Chapter 28
Luke
Oliver’s pupils dilated, his mouth dropping as he processed what I’d said. “Are you sure? For your first time, it might be a little much after orgasming,” he asked, brow furrowing, concern bleeding behind the heat still swimming in his eyes.
“I’m sure, Ollie. I feel stupid close to you right now and I wanna let you in. Literally. I wanna be connected in the most intimate, full-on, no-take-backs way we can be. I wanna be yours. Signed, sealed, and stuffed.”
“Signed, sealed, and stuffed? That’s quite the phrase.”
“Don’t pretend you’re not proud of it. You’ll think about it later and smile.”
“I’m thinking about it right now and rolling my eyes.”
“Don’t lie to me. I see that hint of a smile. You can’t hide it. Now, are you going to make my ass yours and fill me with that stupidly stunning cock of yours?”
“Alright, but we’re going to take things slow. And if you get overstimulated or uncomfortable or you’re not into it at any point, you aren’t going to push through it, you’re going to tell me and we’ll figure something else out, okay? I won’t have you pushing yourself through discomfort or pain to make it happen. There’s no reward in that.”
I grinned through his whole mini lecture. Whether he knew it or not, Oliver had taken charge. This entire night, he’d been theone running the show. I liked him like this, all in control and commanding.
“Ollie, I promise to tap out if needed.”
