“What time? Our plane leaves for a few away games at 5 p.m.”
“If you can be here at noon, I can get it done.”
“Thanks,” Jamal says, still staring into my eyes. “See ya then.” He pulls me out onto the street and walks with determination. “You’re coming back to my place.”
“What if I want you in my bed?” I say for the sole purpose of being argumentative. A habit I should get a handle on.
He stops on the sidewalk to face me. “Don’t. Either you want to go home with me, or you don’t. No games.”
I swallow my pride because he’s serious, and I have to get my hands on him. “Sorry,” I mutter.
Jamal spins and jogs. “I don’t want to miss the train.”
I sprint ahead of him to the subway, even though I don’t know which way to go. By the time we run to his apartment from the train, I’m breathing hard, and it’s not from exertion.
“Thank you,” I say as soon as the door closes behind us.
“Stop talking,” Jamal commands, and crowds me against the door. I nod obediently, ready for whatever he has in store for me. He drops to his knees, pulling my pants and underwear down as he goes. I’m hard, pointing straight at him, and when I hear him suck in a breath, precum covers my tip.
“Can I… I need…please,” I babble, aching for everything at once. His mouth on me. My hands on him, in his glorious hair.
His eyes burn as bright as the Caribbean Sea on a sunny day. “You can touch me. I’m going to suck you off.”
Itshouldpiss me off that he gives me permission but dictates what he’s going to do.
It doesn’t.
I’m so hard it’s painful. And when he stretches his full, soft lips around me, it’s as close to heaven as I’ll ever get. My fingers disappear in his hair, and I clutch the soft strands so I don’t shove my dick down his throat.
I’ve done this in college, but it was fast and dirty and a secret. Nothing compares to this. To Jamal.
He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, eyes begging for approval, mouth open wide, and hair made for me to touch. “You feel so good,” I moan.
Jamal takes me to the back of his throat and gags. He squeezes my cock and takes me right to the edge of an orgasm. I pull back, until my tip rests on his tongue. His blue-green eyes issue me a warning, which does not help the situation.
“You’re going to make me come too soon,” I admit, smoothing his hair back from his forehead. It’s as wild as he’s making me. Jamal gives me a triumphant smirk and pops off my dick. Before I can complain, he sucks my balls into his mouth. “Fuuuuck.” I draw out the word, tingling from head to toe.
Jamal is the first man to look at me like he can’t get enough while taking me apart piece by piece. My balls tighten, and he lets go with a lick. “I think you’re trying to kill me.” I mean with sex, but then my thoughts go off the rails.
What if he’s gaining my trust to fuck me over later, and not in a good way. Maybe this is his revenge for being unnecessarily poor for so many years.
“Hey.” Jamal runs his hand up my leg to cup my ass cheek with his long fingers as he swirls his tongue around my tip. “Stay with me.” I’m bewitched by brown lips, white teeth, and a killer pink tongue. He could ask to remove my balls, and I’d agree.
There’s a vulnerability in his tone and eyes that I trust. I wrongly vilified him for years, and I have to stop. He’s not the monster I thought he was.
“Has anyone ever said you look perfect on your knees, Your Majesty?” I cradle his head to paint his lips with my precum.
Jamal’s grin lights up his face as he opens for me, taking me to the edge of his gag reflex and swallowing. He secures me in his iron grip, and feeling trapped by him makes my cock jump in his mouth. His finger dips into my crease, and my cheeks clench. His bright eyes snap to mine, asking if I’m okay.
“I’m going to come down your throat. Are you ready for my load?” His moan shreds the last of my self-control. I empty my balls into his greedy mouth, sliding down the door, unable to stand when I finish.
My cum dribbles down his chin. The sight rallies my spent dick. My legs twitch, and I pet his head, wishing I could bury my face in his hair.
Jamal is splayed out on the floor, his cheek resting on my thigh. “That was the first time I did that.”
My heart soars at being the only one to experience him. He’s mine. All mine. “That was an adequate first try,” I say, letting out a long exhale. I’m not sure how I can sound cocky and unaffected while my dick is begging for more.
“Huh. Funny, I thought you were the guy whose knees got so weak he collapsed and whispered that was the best you’ve ever had.” His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he teases me.
