“Slow,” I whispered and lowered my face down to explore.
I started by kissing the inside of Malcolm’s thighs, licking along his tender skin and making lazy circles with my tongue, closer and closer to his cock. Malcolm grabbed the backs of his knees, lifting his legs in the air and exposing himself to me. Every time my hand or my breath landed against his skin, he would shudder again, the pleasure of it like an electric shock straight to my core.
Thunder crashed outside, and I kissed closer and closer to his pucker. Now that I had him where I wanted him, I fully intended to take my time and to drive him out of his mind with desire. I wanted him to wriggle and moan until the sun came up. I wanted to drive him to places he never imagined before and to do all the things he was scared to want to do.
I wanted Malcolm to be mine, and I treated my guys right.
I let out a long, hot breath along his crack, then lowered my lips, pushing my tongue between his cheeks. Malcolm groaned as my tongue found his pucker, swirling circles around the edges of his entrance. I pushed my hand up along the outside of his thigh and around until I found his balls, palming them and squeezing lightly. His hole twitched in response, and with a deep breath of his sweet scent, I pushed my tongue deeper.
I was so used to quick blowjobs and anonymous fucks. It had been quite a while since I properly pleasured anyone. My cock got rock hard as my tongue went deeper, pushing inside of Malcolm and stretching his hole. His hands landed on the back of my head as he gasped, and with his fingers tangled in my hair, I pushed my tongue deeper.
Lapping in and out, I worked my way into his hole. I gripped up along the bottom of his shaft with one hand, using the other to stroke my own length and rub a thumb along my slit.
We were both dripping wet.
Malcolm jerked his hips up. He started riding my mouth, one leg flung over my shoulder as his groans grew louder and he rocked his hips into my rhythm. The more I pleasured him, the more he was able to give himself over to that pleasure. I gave him one full stroke up the length of his cock, and then my tongue pushed further toward his prostate, and his hips fell back against the length of the couch.
He tasted so good, so clean and sweet, I wanted to bury my tongue inside of him for the rest of the night, but I had to pull my lips back and gasp for air. My heart was pounding. Beneath me, Malcolm’s face looked tortured, with sweat pouring down his neck.
“Gosh,” he whispered, the word surprising and dirty on his lips.
I gave my cock a few long strokes. “You like that?”
He took his glasses off, then rubbed his palm over his face. “Damn,” he whispered again.
I grinned, feeling really proud of myself for the noises I had gotten him to make. “We’re just getting started, my prince.”
Malcolm moaned again, then pulled his glasses back on. In an instant, the forest outside lit up with a flash of bright light, and the roaring thunder made the windows shake in their frames. I turned to look out the window and was rewarded with a second round of crashing thunder and lightning.
“Oh gosh! Oh gosh!” Malcolm said suddenly, grabbing my arm tight.
“It’s just lightning, babe,” I said, smiling at him.
But Malcolm kept shaking his head quickly, his lip trembling. “No, it’s not that. I think I saw someone on the porch.”
I spun around, peering out the window, but it was pitch black outside again, and I could only hear the steady beat of the rain and the wind. “It was probably just a tree or something.”
Malcolm grabbed his shirt, covering himself awkwardly as he sat up on the couch. “No, I swear to god. There was some guy standing right here,” he whispered, grabbing my arm.
I took his hand, squeezing tight so he knew he was okay. “Don’t you worry,” I said, “because even if there is someone there, I’m not scared of some creep in the rain.” I grabbed my boxers, tugging them on as I rose to my feet. “I’ll just grab a knife from the kitchen and go take a look outside so that you know we’re safe.”
Malcolm reached out and grabbed my hand again, pulling me closer. “I’m scared for you to leave me,” he whispered. “Damn it, I knew this was a bad idea. What if it’s the owner? Or worse, what if it’s not the owner? What if it’s some serial killer or something?”
I shook my head quickly. “I’m sure it was your imagination,” I said again, although the more he looked terrified, the more I was starting to doubt myself. “And trust me, I can take any man out of there.” I cracked my knuckles. “If there is some guy, I’ll wipe the floor with him.”
Lightning crashed again, and another roar of thunder cracked through the house. When it passed, a deep voice broke through the silence.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
