Chapter Nine
Mars
With the way Clark’s lips trembled, and the way his eyes got all wide and watery behind his glasses, I somehow knew he was ready. I could taste it in the air between us. I could feel it in the heat of his body, and the quiver of his muscles when I laid my hands on his thighs.
I wasn’t lying when I told him I wanted to take my time. I knew Clark was inexperienced, but I could still feel the animal clawing away inside of him. It was going to be some time before he came undone in my hands, and I could really take him for a ride. But that afternoon, in that kitchen, it seemed like the perfect time to get started.
I pushed my hands up Clark’s thighs, rubbing my palm along his jeans. I saw his cock thickening, bulging up more and more as I got closer to his crotch. When he sucked in a quick gasp of air, I squeezed down on his muscles, then pressed my face close to his ear.
“You want this, Clark?” I whispered my hot breath against his ear.
Clark reached back and grabbed the edges of the counter. “Yes! But I haven’t… I mean, I don’t know how… I do, but I might not…”
I put a finger against his lips and pressed softly against the soft pink curves of his mouth. “Hush,” I said gently. “You don’t have to do a thing but lean back and enjoy the fun.”
Clark swallowed, then nodded his head quickly. I could feel his nervousness, and the more he seemed to tie himself up in a knot, the more I wanted to unravel him and feel him come apart in my hands. He needed the release, and I needed to give it to him.
At least there’s one thing I know how to do right, even if I seem to screw up everything else…
I took his glasses off, then set them on the counter. I lingered for a minute between his legs and pushed my body close to his. When I leaned down, I brushed my lips across his, and when he wrapped his foot around my leg, I finally pulled him into a deep, long kiss.
Clark whimpered. It was a small, whiny noise, like he couldn’t contain what he needed anymore, and when I heard it, my cock rose up to attention.
“Clark, Clark, Clark,” I hummed to myself as my hand found its way to the waistband to his jeans and flicked the button open. “You’re lucky. I don’t go down on most guys.”
“You don’t?” he asked with a whisper.
“Only the hotties,” I answered, then fell to my knees.
Clark’s legs were shaking as I pulled his pants and underwear down enough to release his cock. It stuck straight up, so hard it must have been aching. Probably seven inches and thick, his tip was round and pink, and his balls hung loosely under wisps of blonde hair.
“Fucking sexy,” I growled, then took his tip between my lips.
Clark’s hand grabbed my shoulder suddenly, squeezing tight as I held his tip between my lips and ran my tongue along his slit. “Yes,” he gasped quietly. I gripped the base of his cock and began to massage it slowly, and Clark let out another long whimper. I stayed just like that, tasting him and enjoying the desperate moans he made as I flicked my tongue along his crown and swirled it down the top of his shaft.
“That feels good,” Clark whispered.
I reached up and grabbed his hand, then placed it on the back of my head. He curled his fingers in my hair, and I swallowed the rest of his cock. I felt the tip bounce against the back of my throat and shoved my free hand down my jeans to grip my dick.
Clark might not have had much experience, but he quickly fell into my rhythm. He bounced his hips while I jerked my shaft, and when I pulled my tongue along the underside of his cock, his fingers tightened in my hair. I took his balls in my hand, rolling them between my fingers, and tasted the first drops of precum on my tongue.
With another whimper, Clark grabbed the back of my head with his other hand. Finally, he started to jerk his hips harder, like his instincts were taking over, and I felt the back of my throat stretching to accept his thickness. He plunged into my mouth faster and faster, and I groaned to let him know to keep going and that I wanted more.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he whimpered.
Suddenly, Clark’s hips jerked sharply, and his knees slammed against my chest. I threw an arm around his hips to hold him up as his cock unloaded in my mouth. His balls tightened up with each spray of semen, thick and salty against the back of my throat. When I kept swirling my tongue, he let out another spray, and my name escaped his lips like a cry for help.
“Mars,” he whined.
I licked the last of the cum off his tip, then released his shaft from my lips. His cock was bright pink and half-hard as it hung against his balls, and tiny drops of sweat had formed along his hips and thighs.
“Sexy,” I growled as I rose to my feet. I ran my fist up the length of my cock once more as Clark gazed down at it with watery eyes, then shoved my dick back in my pants. “I could suck a cock like yours all day long.”
Clark’s hands were back against the counter, holding him up. He stared at me with a confused gaze, then blinked to attention. As he pushed his cock back into his pants, I lifted his glasses off the counter and returned them to his face.
It was like the anxiety that was trembling across his body all afternoon had disappeared with his release. He must have been biting down on his lips pretty hard because they were red and puffy, and his cheeks had a hot pink glow.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” he said.
