He stayed poised above me, and I wanted him closer. I needed to feel him against me, inside me, filling the void Maslow had left behind.
“Beck…” I strained toward him again, moving my body nearer until the heat between us was scorching. “I want you to be all my firsts.”
It was another thing I couldn’t have. Not technically.
There had been other hands, other mouths, other people taking things I hadn’t given. Intimacy had been twisted into obligation.
But that didn’t count.
Thiscounted. What I chose counted. And Beck was, undoubtedly, my first choice.
His thumb brushed my cheek, reverent. “I’d like that.”
Bending in, he kissed me again. I gasped through it and felt him smile in response. The gentleness of it, the consideration and care, had my toes curling, heart thumping, and head spinning as I drank him down.
We were still connected when I pushed up again. Tentative and hopeful. Asking like he’d asked me.
Can I have you?
Wrapping my thighs around one of his, I rutted against him, rubbing my erection against his leg and whimpering with need. It was lessened now. The razor edge of my appetite had been blunted, but it could still cut.
Beck drew back with a playful nip at my lip, and I blushed fiercely. I stayed close, hugging onto him, ready to take my own satisfaction if he wouldn’t give it to me.
“You know,” he mused, as maddeningly calm as ever. “You said something else before. A question, actually. You asked if I thought your dick was pretty.”
I grimaced. “Yeah. That was Darby too.”
“Hmm.” Beck’s chuckle rumbled like a purr. “Well, what I should have told you was I think it looks good enough to eat.”
The joke and its implication slowly registered as he pulled free of me. I reached after his retreat, sitting up to watch him shimmy under the covers. His body slid over mine, trapping me from the waist down as he stopped directly above…
A puff of breath ghosted over my cock.
“Oh…” I whispered.
He’d been reduced to a lump under the bedspread, a presence between my thighs. I traced the shape of his form with my eyes until unseen fingers curled around my shaft.
Wet heat eclipsed me, and my body bucked, then went rigid. I grasped at the covers, needing to anchor myself.
I wasn’t sure if I believed in God now or ever, but that was the name spilling past my lips as Beck drew down on my cock.
Sensation bombarded me, starting in my groin and spiraling outward. I writhed and clutched at the covers, and when Beck laughed this time, Ifeltthe rumble. The vibration in his throat, on my crown, and fuckfuckfuck…
I didn’t know anything could feel like this; I’d never been touched this way. It was a genuine first.
Beck’s head bobbed as he made soft slurping sounds that went straight to my balls. My cock went agonizingly stiff, swelling over the pillow of his tongue.
I needed to see him. My mind flooded with conjured images of what it must look like. Beck’s arms braced around me, face tilted upward, lips wrapped around…
Tentatively, I used my grip on the blanket to lift it, then I peered into the darkness beneath. Golden eyes cast a dim glow across endless stretches of bare skin. Beck’s shoulders and biceps were lightly brown against my peachy pale. He held my gaze while he went deeply down on me, cheeks hollow and throat open.
He looked powerful, even on his hands and knees, practically crawling but somehow commanding. He certainly had control of me. Every pucker of his lips and flutter of his tongue had me groaning.
When he swallowed, I dropped the blanket and pressed my palms to my lips to stifle a mewling cry. My knees drew up, my cock throbbed, and Beck sucked with the vigor of a man determined to undo me.
My eyes were shut and my bent legs quivered when Beck drew back. Air wisped over my erection, cooling the spit left behind. He couldn’t leave me like this.
“Daddy, please,” I whined, fingers prodding my lips while I fought the urge to suckle.
