I force myself to look down at him as he blows me. His hair is bouncing around his head, and he’s looking up at me with wet beautiful eyes. Those eyes grow darker as he gets more into the task at hand.
The man uses his other hand to gently squeeze my balls and I about lose it right here and now.
The pressure is building so much quicker than I’m used to. The need and the orgasm all mixing together into one electric hot feeling of pleasure.
“F-Fuck…Alessio,” I hiss under my breath as my thighs tense and my hips buck up into his mouth, once, then twice…and a third time.
I come into his mouth and down his throat, and he takes it like I’ve never seen before. He swallows around my dick and I shiver hard.
Alessio swallows every drop, and when he’s done, he licks up and down my length like he’s searching for more.
My head is so dizzy I can hardly lift my head to look up at him as he stands.
I try.
I try, and what I see is a man standing before me with his own pajama bottoms tenting and a wet spot forming at the tip of his length in the fabric.
“Let me help you,” I growl out, low and quiet.
Alessio climbs into my lap and smashes his mouth against mine.
“Take me, however you want me,” he insists.
If he hadn’t just sucked the life out of me, I might have turned him over and done exactly what I wanted to do, but there are limited options now.
Not to mention, we need to be quiet. Quick.
So, I turn Alessio around on my lap until his back is pressed against my chest. One hand slides up his shirt and I gently pluck at one of his nipples. He moans softly and turns his head against my own. Trying to hide his reaction in my hair. Though my hair gives much less to hide in than his.
My other hand slides into his bottoms and I immediately brush my thumb against the tip of his cock, feeling the precum there and I use it to my advantage. I smear it along the length of his hard-on and then start to stroke him slow but rough.
“A-Ah…yes,” Alessio hums under his breath. His hips begin to grind against my hand and I keep up with the movement. Wanting to do what makes him feel good. What he wants me to do. Nothing more, nothing less.
The room is already so warm, and the air is moist around us. It smells like sex. That is undeniable.
It’s simply irresistible.
“That’s it…” I whisper into Alessio’s ear. “Let it go…”
Alessio whimpers, and it’s a sound that makes my own length twitch alive once more. I grunt softly and squeeze his length just a bit tighter. I feel him pulsing in my hand. Throbbing. Aching.
His breath hitches and I know he’s close.
I go just a little bit faster, not changing the pace too much, just enough to urge him over the edge.
“Please…don’t stop, ohh,” Alessio gasps, just a little too loud.
The sound makes me growl down into his shoulder and I pinch his nipple harder.
Alessio’s body goes rigid against my own, and he comes in several quick bursts of wet stickiness against the inside of his sweatpants and my fingers.
We’re both panting for breath when he’s done.
We sit here like this—him in my lap, catching his breath, and my fingers gently circling his pecs—for a while. I’m not sure how long. Which is unusual for me. I’m usually so focused on the clock. When I finally glance over at it, it’s blurry and I can’t quite tell what time it is.
For the first time in a long time, I decide… it doesn’t matter.
My head is fuzzy and my body feels…good. So good. Like I could fall asleep right here and now.
