“Oliver.” My voice cracks. “What happens ne?—”
I don’t get to finish the word. Oliver closes the distance between us in two strides, his hands finding my hips and walking me backward until my knees hit the edge of my bed. I fall onto the mattress with a gracelessoof, and before I can process what’s happening, Oliver is kneeling between my legs.
“What are you?—”
His mouth closes around me, and I scream. Oliver’s mouth is hot and wet, and his tongue is doing something that makes my eyes cross. He takes me deeper, his lips sliding down my shaft, and the suction combined with the sheer visual of Oliver Jacoby on his knees with my cock in his mouth is too much.
It’salltoo much.
“Oliver, I’m going to—I can’t—it’s too?—”
I try to warn him. I really do. But my body has other plans.
The orgasm hits me, sudden and devastating, pleasurecrashing through me in waves that start at the tips of my toes and radiate upward to my brain until I’m nothing but sensation. I come down Oliver’s throat, unable to stop myself, my hips jerking with each pulse as sounds I’ve never made before tear from my chest.
It lasts forever.
It lasts no time at all.
When it’s over, I collapse back against the mattress, gasping for air, staring at the ceiling.
Oliver pulls off with a wet sound that makes my spent cock twitch weakly. When I manage to lift my head, he’s wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and grinning like he just won the Stanley Cup.
“Oh God.” I throw an arm over my face, mortification flooding in to replace the pleasure. “That was—I lasted approximately twelve seconds. That’s humiliating.”
The mattress dips as Oliver climbs up beside me, gently moving my arm so he can see my face. “Hey. Don’t. It was hot.”
“It was embarrassing, is what it was.”
“Eh. Maybe a little embarrassing.” He kisses my forehead, then my nose, then the corner of my mouth. “But it was your first time getting sucked. It tends to be fast.”
“Twelve seconds, Oliver.”
“I wasn’t counting.”
“I was. Involuntarily. My brain kept track even while the rest of me was having a complete breakdown.”
“Ryan. Look at me.”
I do, reluctantly, expecting to see amusement or pity.
I find nothing but love.
“We have all night,” he says simply. “That was just the warm-up.”
“The warm-up?”
“Mm-hmm.” His hand traces down my chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Give yourself a few minutes, and we’ll try again. Slower this time.”
I glance down at his erection, still hard and curved and waiting. He settles beside me, pulling me against his chest so my head rests over his heartbeat.
I let myself relax into him, my racing heart gradually slowing. “Oliver?”
“Mm?”
“That was the best twelve seconds of my life.”
His laughter shakes us both, and I find myself smiling. He’s right. We have all night.
