I bite his lip softly. Caesar growls and bucks up, bouncing me.
“Get these fucking clothes off,” he says impatiently, pawing at me. I laugh and pull my shirt off while Caesar works my jeans. Last time, I could feel him holding himself back. His restraint ached across his face, and I loved that he was being careful with me.
But I liked it even more when that restraint fell away.
Caesar grabs my ass. It feels good, but I want to tease him, so I slip away. I find Caesar’s cock with my hand and grip his base. He’s on his back again, and I crawl down his body, kissing over his stomach and to his hairy thighs.
“You want me to fuck you again, kid?” he asks roughly as his hand tangles in my hair.
I grip his fat cock, thick and pulsing in my hand. Caesar has a flared, dark crown, and a few thin blue veins run across his shaft. Looking up to him with my best watery eyes, I make a pucker and kiss his slit.
Caesar jolts.
“I want to suck you off until you come in my mouth.”
Caesar growls as he grabs the back of my head harder. His cock pulses in my grip, so I know I said the right thing. Without another word, I relax my jaw and swallow him.
I’m on my knees, Caesar’s legs sprawled on either side of me and his cock stuffed in my mouth. When I force my eyes up, his large body is sprawled out across the sheets, and his scent is rich in the air. My jaw aches already from stretching wide enough to take him, but the full heat of his shaft in my mouth feels so, so good.
I drag my lips up and down, sucking him and licking. Caesar’s cock is big enough that I can’t get all of it in, so I take care of the rest with my hand, pumping his base as saliva drips down, slicking him.
When Caesar starts growling my name and thrashing, I try to take his cock deeper. His crown thuds against the top of my mouth, then into the back of my throat, almost choking me. I gasp for air, and for some reason, that’s really hot to me, so I reach back and grip myself, too.
“Fuck, Drew,” Caesar groans. I look up and see him staring down at me. Sweat is dripping down his face, and his expression is twisted with something that looks like pain. Heat radiates from my core, the sensations all swirling together as I jerk myself in rhythm with the blowjob.
I try to say something, but my mouth is too full. I’m huffing desperately through my nose as I try to take Caesar deeper, far into the back of my throat.
Slobbering and horny, I suck him. I swirl my hand around his base and flick my tongue against his crown, over and over, torturing him. Caesar starts cussing up a storm as he gropes my shoulders. He’s fighting to hold onto control, but slowly, I work him over the edge.
“Drew,” he grunts, then drives his cock into my mouth, plunging through the suction of my lips.
“Yeah,” I choke, unable to make the word. I’m worried about my gag reflex, but it feels so good to give myself over to his power and let him fuck my face. It’s a fantasy I’ve always wanted to try with another man, but I never had the opportunity or the courage to ask for it.
Caesar’s cock gets thicker in my mouth. The taste of his precum coats my tongue, and I feel an orgasm building at my base, too. We’re both throwing ourselves into this so hard, the bed bounces and shakes beneath us, and I’m crying out, begging him to come in my mouth even though I can’t speak.
I come first, my climax overtaking me out of nowhere. My cock twitches in my hand and sprays uncontrollably, splattering Caesar’s legs. He lets out a final roar, then pumps hard, his cock pounding the back of my mouth while he unloads. I feel the orgasm rolling through his body while his cum gushes into my mouth.
Greedily, I swallow his release down, savoring every drop.
“Fucking hell,” Caesar groans. He grabs my shoulders and pulls me up, then takes me in a sloppy, sticky kiss.
“Did you like it?”
He laughs. “Fuck yeah I did. A massage and a blowjob? How’d I get so fucking lucky, kid?”
I laugh and curl up against his chest. My whole body is trembling, aftershocks rolling through me. Caesar and I catch our breath together, and soon enough, I match his rhythm, our chests rising and falling.
“I was just asking myself the same thing.”
Caesar strokes the back of my head. “Can I get you anything? You need a drink? A towel?”
“I’m good. Just don’t get up. I’m not done holding you yet.”
A second passes. My cheek is pressed to his chest, and I can’t see his face, but I know the expression he’s making, like he’s pleased and embarrassed about it.
“Crash here tonight, if you want to.”
My heart jumps. “And after only the second date? What a softie,” I tease.
