He moans.
Every time he makes a noise I decide it’s my new favorite sound.
My tongue traces the veins.
He swears.
I smile, kissing the tip. There’s so much I want to do—and I want it all at the same time. I want to savor every pearly drop of precum, but also draw a map of the purple veins with my tongue.
I want to take him so deep in my throat that there isn’t room for anything
else. I want to bury my face in his pubes and inhale him.
“Fuck, I’m so close already.”
Caspian sounds completely undone. I love it.
I look up, and his eyes are full of wonder, mirroring what I feel.
Alternating between sucking and licking, I hum happily every time he tells me how good it feels. His hands are on my head, stroking my hair lightly.
I release him, letting my mouth rest.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly. “Can you—” My face flushes. “I need you to take control.”
His cock twitches in front of me, and I lick it.
Caspian searches my face in that intense way he has until he nods.
I feel a rush of relief when he guides my head toward his cock.
He presses the head between my lips, going a little deeper than I did.
I open my mouth as wide as I can, trying to relax my jaw.
“Perfect. You’re so good at this.”
“Mhm.” I nod happily, and then I’m slurping and sucking, my eyes shut in concentration.
He keeps the thrusts shallow and gentle.
“What a good boy you are, swallowing my cock like that.”
I let out a small whimper. The more he praises me, the less afraid I am. Some weird, unnamed fear I had inside me is gone.
I know how to give him pleasure.
I can do it so well that he’s proud of me.
He’s proud of his good boy.
My jaw is aching, but it’s a delicious, glorious ache, almost like a reward.
“I’m going to come so hard,” he groans, pulling out.
I stare in fascination as he gives himself long, rapid strokes.
