“U-uh, Caelyx.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t you want me to…” He stopped, and I flicked my gaze up to him, confused to find him suddenly looking tense and worried. “I mean, last time you were the one that did everything, and I don’t want you to feel like I’m not, um…”
I snorted, scraping my teeth over his toned stomach. What the hell was he so nervous about? Neither of us were anything close to pure and virginal. Was there something aboutmespecifically that had him feeling anxious? I really, really hated the thought of that.
“I wasn’t planning on keeping a spreadsheet about it, Cupcake. I told you I’ve been thinking about this since the other night.” When he still only stared down at me, I nipped at the waistband of his jeans, tugging at it with my teeth. His eyes widened, his pupils dilating as his breath shuddered out. He wanted this, it was obvious. Was he seriously that worried about keeping things equal or whatever? “You can blow me after, alright?”
“Yeah, okay… Caelyx?” The way he said my name, coupled with the way he was panting and whimpering, was like music to my ears. “I, um… I get tested pretty regularly, and I haven’t been with anyone since the last time, so…”
“Me too,” I responded, hoping he didn’t think I was an irresponsible moron for forgetting to even ask or mention it. “Usually every two or three months, but yeah, I haven’t been with anyone since the last test either.”
He didn’t need to know it had been almost a freaking year for me, ever since Maddox had started bringing him around to the house for movie and board game nights. Even I wanted to keepsomedignity.
“That’s good,” he breathed out.
Satisfied with his response, I finally flipped open the button of his jeans, dragging the zipper down before nuzzling my face into the open V of warm skin I’d exposed, my mouth watering as I breathed him in. He wriggled under me, and I could barely contain a groan. Hooking my fingers into the waistband and peeling them down his legs, I grinned when he kicked a little to help me drag them off.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, the tension in my lower stomach exploding to send lust spiraling through my entire body. He was so stupidly hot. Slim, but with just enough lean muscle that everything was tight and firm and absolutely fucking perfect.
I knew Aspen was on hormones, and I’d done my research on what trans guys on testosterone would look like, but that had been clinical. Seeing him spread out in front of me was even more incredible than I’d hoped. His dick was small, just a couple inches, but it was swollen, needy, and waiting for my mouth. I wanted to feel it pulsing and throbbing against my tongue until he was moaning my name.
“You’re so fucking sexy.”
Sliding my hands under him to clutch onto his ass, I yanked him closer to me, closing my mouth over his cock. His hips jerked in my grip, his gasp ending on a shocked moan as his fingers carded through my hair again.
“Oh my god,” he panted out, as my tongue slid over him. “Fuck.Fuck. That’s so…” He trailed off, apparently unable to decide what it was, and I felt his back arch as his head dropped down onto his pillows.
Bobbing my head as I sucked him, I let my tongue swirl around the tip of his cock with every movement, until his moans became throaty and raw, like he couldn’t physically hold them back. All my senses were dialed into him, and it was so hot I could barely keep from grinding into the side of the mattress. My balls were aching, I was so ready to come, but I also felt like I’d die if I didn’t make him come first.
I felt his hands leave my hair, and instantly his gorgeous, needy moans became muffled. Breathing harshly, I nipped at the inside of his thigh.
“Don’t cover your mouth.”
“I…” He didn’t finish his thought, and when I glanced up to him, my cock gave a harsh throb in my boxers. He was pink all over, pupils dilated and chest heaving, with the back of his hand pressed against his mouth. He looked desperate, but also intensely embarrassed.
“Don’t,” I requested again, before laving my tongue up the length of his cock. He shivered, his whole body tensing up as a throaty whine poured out from his mouth. “I want to hear what I’m doing to you.”
He swallowed hard before forcing his next sentence out, so quiet I could barely hear him. “It’s just that I really hate the way that I sound.”
It took me a moment to process his statement, the lack of blood flow to my brain lending the task more difficulty than normal. Was this one of those things I could push him on, or was it something I needed to navigate carefully? Was it because he thought he sounded… Feminine?
“You sound so fucking hot,” I said. “I could blow my load just listening to you.”
He snorted, chuckling a tiny bit, but didn’t pull his hand from his mouth.
“It just feels… Loud,” he admitted.
“No one’s standing at the door listening to us,” I pointed out gently. “It’s just me and you.”
Had the other guys he’d hooked up with let him stifle his moans? Or… Maybe it hadn’t ever been a problem before me. The thought of that had a whole new surge of desire rising up in me, a renewed desperation to worship him with my mouth until he was sobbing out my name.
“Listen,” I added on before he could say anything else. “How about this? When it’s my turn and you’re sucking my dick, I’ll scream for you like we’re in a porno, and then there’s no way you can be embarrassed about the way you sound.”
He broke out in a fit of laughter, dragging his hands up to cover his whole face now, but the nervous tension in his body had ebbed a bit.
“Please don’t,” he begged, making me laugh with him.
