A loud knock startled me out of the memories and I almost tripped over my feet racing to the door. I threw it open to Dawson’s bright, wide smile and my pulse sped up dangerously. I fisted his shirt, hauling him inside and shutting the door before pinning him against it.
I grabbed his face and kissed him fiercely, his lips parting on a gasp and giving me easy access to his addictive mouth. Dawson sucked on my tongue like a fiend, tearing a deep groan from my throat as he feverishly kissed me back. Goddamn, I missed him so much. How the hell did I function without him for so long?
I snuck my fingers under the hem of his shirt to rip it off, needing to feel his skin on mine, but he swatted me away.
“Is this you playing hard to get or something?” I pouted as he pulled away, chuckling at my pitiful expression.
“No, we just don’t have time for that. We’ve got somewhere to be.”
“I hope you mean my bedroom...”
“More like game night with my friends at Bash and Micah’s place,” he explained, sidling around me to drop his gym bag by the couch.
“That’sss…one option, sure. Or we could tell them I had a medical emergency and just stay here. Naked. In my bed.”
“And what emergency would that be?”
“Acute ejaculatory deprivation.”
Dawson barked out a laugh. “Is that medical lingo for orgasm denial?”
“Who the fuck knows? I made it up,” I muttered, snatching him around the waist on his way to the door. I licked a path up his neck, my breath ghosting over his ear and eliciting a violent tremble from his muscled frame. “I missed you. You have no idea how much I thought about you today.”
“Oh y-yeah?” he breathed shakily. “What did you think about?”
“I thought about tearing off your clothes and spending an hour mapping your body with my tongue. About making you come apart and marking every inch of your skin with my fingerprints. About drinking you down and seeing if you’re just as sweet as I remember.”
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped as I nipped his earlobe, sucking on it hard enough to pull a helpless whimper from him. He melted into me, his hips thrusting into me lightly. I went in for the kill.
“Doesn’t my beautiful boy want to shoot down my throat? You’re so fucking pretty when you come for me, Mercury.”
A ragged moan vibrated from Dawson’s chest. He attacked my lips, frenzied and greedy, his fingers tangling in my hair to pull me closer. His back hit the wall and I pressed against him,my erection dragging along his slowly, both of us groaning at the feeling.
“What do you need? Tell me and it’s yours,” I said between swipes of our tongues.
“Suck me,” he pleaded roughly. “I need your mouth, Theo.”
My fucking pleasure.
My knees hit the ground so fast, the impact rattled my bones. I jerked his joggers and boxer briefs down in one swoop, freeing his rigid length quickly.
Fuck me,Dawson had a gorgeous cock. He was just above average length, but thick and smooth, with a dark blue vein running underneath that made him leak like a faucet with the right stimulation. His swollen pink head peeked out from his foreskin and saliva flooded my mouth as memories of how it felt on my tongue made my own dick harden to the point of pain.
“Sweet hell, you have such a perfect dick, baby,” I purred, lapping up a pearly drop of precum. His taste exploded on my tastebuds and I growled appreciatively. “God, you taste even better than I remember.”
I ran my hand slowly up his shaft, coaxing out another pump of his flavor. I slipped my tongue into his foreskin, circling the velvet head and Dawson hissed in pleasure, pulling on my hair hard enough to unhinge me. Fuck it, I couldn’t wait any longer. I swallowed him down, taking him to the back of my throat until I gagged.
“Holyfuckingshit,” Dawson cursed, curling over my shoulders as his legs quaked.
I slurped up and down his cock noisily, relishing in the helpless grunts and whimpers he couldn’t contain. I only made a few passes before he let out a sharp cry as his balls drew up close to his body and his grip on my hair tightened.
“Shit shit shit…I c-can’t—baby, I can’t stop it. Oh my fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m…oh god!”
Hot, thick ropes spurted down my throat, and I swallowed it down like a man dying of thirst. I milked him for every drop, his hoarse cries driving me out of my mind. His head thudded back against the wall as his soft cock slipped from my mouth. I sat back on my heels, looking up at his gorgeous, sated face, but he refused to make eye contact.
“Dawson, what’s wrong? Are you alright?”
His face was red with more than just a post-orgasm flush, and my stomach fluttered anxiously, my own release forgotten. I stood up fast and cupped his cheek, forcing him to turn back to me.
