His skin is flawless. Soft. Sweet smelling. The hard lines of his stomach like a map I can travel my tongue across. So I do that, pressing kisses down his chest before taking a nipple between my teeth. His back arches, his fingers playing in my hair.
I smile. I can’t help it.
I do that a lot lately.
My lips press like a slow crawl down his chest, his ribs, the center line of his stomach, before they brush across the hair just above his briefs. I’ve never sucked a cock before, but my mouth is watering. It’s weird to me how I’ve never thought about this once in my life. Now it’s all I think about. The hood of my car. The back seat. All these things I haven’t thought to dream of are now playing in rotation in my mind.
When I close my eyes, all I see is him.
When I open them, he’s here.
I’ve had a lot of dreams, fantasies, and wishes over the years, but none have ever conjured something as sweet as him.
“Can I?”
Glassy bright eyes watch me. He nods fast and lifts his hips, allowing me to slip his briefs down his thighs. His cock lies hard against his stomach.
He’s so fucking beautiful.
I press a kiss next to his cock, then slide my lips along his belly until I’m buried in his pubes, inhaling his delicious scent.
He’s driving me insane. I look up, soft at first, and give him a tiny lick just under his head. His lips part as he nods, his hand resting on his stomach.
“Go ahead, Aiden. Wrap those sexy lips around my cock.”
I kiss again, lower. I have no clue what I’m doing. I wonder if he can tell. “You have a pretty dick.”
I feel his laugh, his stomach flexing with it. “Pretty?”
“Fucking beautiful.” I nose along his skin. It’s addictive.
“Hey,” he whispers. I look up as he lifts, cupping my face. “Look at me while you do it.” He presses a kiss on the bridge of my nose then lies back down.
I grab his cock and meet his eyes as I lean in and suck his head into my mouth.
Oh my fucking god.
I watch him as I bob my head, slowly indulging in the soft velvet feel of his cock in my mouth. He tastes incredible. “Yeah, baby.” He bites his bottom lip, his dark eyes drunk on me. I realize I’m just tasting, not doing anything other than savoring him. I pull off.
“Sorry. You taste so good.”
Sawyer grins like the devil. “You want to warm my cock, baby?”
“What?”
“Lie here just sucking me slowly. Just tasting me.” He grins wider. It makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. It’s so pure and beautiful. So much happiness. “I’d have my cock in that pouty mouth while I work. Sucking me slow. Getting your fill.”
Oh, fuck yeah.
I know we have things to do today, but right now I just want to make him come. I suck him slowly, testing different speeds and movements. I flick my tongue along the prominent vein on his cock and watch him shudder while I trace it with my tongue.
His legs draw up. “My balls, baby.” He palms his sac. “Pull them a little while you suck me.”
I cup them in my hand, giving them a squeeze, and watch him groan, back arching as I take him down, choking on his length.
“Aiden,” he moans, legs spreading wider. “Fuck, baby.” His fingers tease and wind through the hair on the back of my head. I watch him, although his eyes aren’t on me. He’s too busy moaning, eyes pinched shut as I suck him. His thighs are quaking, the muscles bunched just underneath his soft skin. He’s so fucking beautiful like this.
Is this what he sees when he does this to me?
