23
DECLAN
After my meeting with Ciaran, I rush home. I’ve never rushed home before. But there was never an Ewen waiting for me. I was afraid he’d go back to hiding behind his faith. He didn’t though. He’s sitting on my couch, watching a history documentary. My lips pull up into a smile upon seeing him. He looks at home.Could this be his home? Our home together?That fucking hopeful voice that pops up whenever I’m near him chimes in.
I shove that away for another time so I can be in this moment. I throw myself down on the couch and watch the documentary with him. Before I know it his head is in my lap, and my fingers thread through his baby soft curls.
We eat dinner and spend the evening making out again. When have I ever spent this much time sucking face? Not even in my early teen years did I find so much enjoyment from kissing.
This is our routine the next couple days. We talk about everything we can think of. Watch things on TV, eat, and cuddle. Nothing more than sweet moments.
It’s during one of our tender make-outs that I find myself getting lost in the moment. I wasn’t even aware of my body’s actions until my hand grazes his erection. I pause to see if hestops me. But he doesn’t so I go further. I grab him and stroke him through his clothes. My mouth waters just thinking about taking him.
I roll us so he’s flat on his back, underneath me and pinned to the couch, then proceed to kiss down his chest. Yesterday was the first time I got to see him with his shirt off. That’s when I saw his one and only tattoo. A passage from the Bible that he got in college. I kiss it in salute to his faith. He may believe in God, but I believe in him.
Once I’ve crawled down his body, kissing every square inch of him, I stop at the waistband of his shorts. I know there’re only two thin layers of fabric between us.
Our eyes connect and he gives me a small nod. We don’t say anything, our bodies doing the talking. His is needy. His erection tenting his clothes.
I tug on the shorts and boxers, pulling them down. He lifts just enough to help with the removal. I chuck them across the room, not caring where they go.
He’s finally fully naked, lying on my couch as if he’s offering himself up to me. And he is. I know he’s never been vulnerable like this with anyone else. He’s all mine. His dick leaks precum, coating his cock. It reminds me of a melting popsicle on a hot summer day—ready to be licked and sucked.
I savor his taste. From base to tip, feeling his veins, enjoying him like he’s the finest treat. Once I reach the tip I open wide and take him in. All of him. That sends him into full blast-off. He arches, slamming himself into the back of my throat. I pull back and his eyes are closed. No, hewillwatch me while I devour him. “Eyes on me. Don’t you dare look away.”
He obeys, opening his eyes. His pupils are blown, eating up all the blue. Just a sliver of color remains. But he follows my instructions and keeps his gaze locked on me. I go back to sucking him into my throat. I go deep, restricting my air. He fitsso perfectly there. I don’t need air when I can have Ewen’s dick. I suck, lick, and lap everything he gives while never once breaking eye contact, letting him know I own him in this moment.
Most men want to be the receiver of oral sex. I’m just not one of those guys. Sure, I hope, or pray in Ewen’s terms, one day he’ll want to have my cock shoved down his throat. I won’t push him though.
His hands come to rest on my head, pushing me down. There’s a feral glint in his eyes. He’s taking what he wants. I am his vessel of pleasure.Yes baby, make me gag on your dick.
Tears stream down my cheeks from lack of oxygen. I don’t care. He can shove his cock so far down I die, and I would go out with a smile on my face. Ewen is experiencing desire and I’m the reason.
Before he can blow I grab his balls and give them the slightest squeeze. It sends him over the edge. He shoots his load and I swallow every drop. As I pull off, I smile. He was such a good boy and kept his eyes on me—where they stay—and he actually took what he wanted.Me. And now I have his seed coating my mouth, tasting like cotton candy on my tongue.
I crawl up his body and kiss him, letting him taste himself. Did I keep a bit of it on my tongue? You fucking know it. He needs to know how amazing he tastes.
Our kissing turns dangerous. I’m on top of him, grinding to feel the friction of his dick on mine. I’m still in my boxers and annoyed we’re not skin on skin.
He breaks the kiss. “Do you hate that I don’t ever touch you in the ways you have touched me?”
I sit up, moving to straddle his waist. His boner is erect against my back side. I’m usually the pitcher, but if he ever wanted to put it in my ass, I would bend and spread without question.
Taking his hands I place them on my hips, showing him he’s allowed to possessively hold me like I do him. “I’ll be honest, I would give anything to have you choking on my dick, but I also know you’ve never done that. If you want to, you can, but I will never force you.”
His hands tighten. “Oh, I have thought of it. Trust me, these past few days it’s all I could think of.”
He turns his face to the side. Grabbing his chin, I force his gaze back to me. He’s embarrassed. He should know he has nothing to be embarrassed about with me. “Hey. You run this metaphorical show. If you want me, take me.”
He licks his lips, prepping himself for whatever he wants to say.
“What if I said I wanted you to force me?” His cheeks are now a bright red.
An evil grin comes over me. “You want me to force you to do what?”
The blush deepens, he almost appears sunburnt. “Like you did that first time. I…just want to be forced. I’m afraid I, on my own, am not brave enough.”
I lean down and take his mouth in a desperate kiss. He just told me what he wants. If he needs me to “force” him, then force him I will.
