“Already?”
“Let’s pick up where we left off last time.” He licked his lips. “I want it so badly.”
His mouth moved to my balls, sucking them in, as I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and stroked myself. Even though I could’ve kept going longer, I was pent-up enough to give him what he wanted.
For a minute, we competed to see who could stroke faster before he opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue. His eyes flicked between my face and my dick, unsure where to rest. I put my left hand on his cheek and guided his tongue to my balls. Without needing any further explanation, he licked them.
This tipped me over the edge.
I panted and arched my back, trying to hold back my moans, pointing the tip of my cock right at him. A rope of cum shot onto his face. Sebastian moaned quietly and, as another rope covered his eyes, he bit his lip to keep himself from crying out in excitement. He pushed his nose into my balls and inhaled deeply, his hand hurrying to get himself over the edge.
Eager to help him get the needed release, I leaned down and hovered my face over his. His lips parted, likely expecting a kiss, but instead of giving him one, I stuck out my tongue and licked across his face, scooping up my cum with my tongue and swallowing it.
The salty taste of my own cum was something I had enjoyed before. I wasn’t sure if this would turn him on, but it was a risk I was willing to take with him.
“Oh my,” he whispered, trembling all over.
I licked his face until it was spotless, then finally pushed my tongue into his mouth, which made him pant heavily. He pulled his shirt up and—moaning right into my mouth—shot his load onto his stomach.
With every spurt, his chest twitched as if he were receiving electric shocks. Yet he kept his mouth on mine throughout his entire orgasm, retreating only a few seconds after he had calmed down.
He held his shirt up high so it wouldn’t land in the mess.
“This was… unexpected.” His eyes lingered on me as if he wanted to go for round two right away. “So fucking hot.”
I scanned the room for something he could use to clean up, and found the tissue box on my keyboard. I hopped over and held it out to him.
He stared at the tissues and then at his cum-soaked erection. “Are you sure you don’t want to use your tongue again?”
“By the end of the week, I might,” I teased.
His mouth dropped open. With a shake of his head, he pulled a couple of tissues out and wiped them over his stomach. “You seem so shy, and then you go and do stuff like that.”
“Surprise,” I replied with a chuckle. “Although I probably wouldn’t be this bold if I didn’t know you liked it.”
This had already become the best spring break of all time. And our week together hadn’t even officially begun.
I was stillhalf asleep when Seb kissed me on the cheek and slipped into the room next to mine. He was supposed to spend the night there, but we couldn’t let go of each other, so he didn’t.
It was still dark when the soft click of the door made me blink my eyes open. What fully woke me up, though, was a notification on my phone that lit up the ceiling in a soft blue glow.
Sebastian
I would’ve loved to stay, but you know… just in case.
A picture accompanied his message. In it, he was lying in the bed I had prepared for him with the blanket only half-draped over his bare chest.
Guess we’re back to this already.
I responded with a picture of myself. The blanket was halfway over my face, revealing only my narrowed eyes and disheveled hair.
Only ten minutes later, it turned out to be a good thing that he had left, because the ceiling creaked, announcing that Laura and Dany had gotten up, too.
By the time the sun peeked over the mountains, the house already smelled like coffee. I went downstairs, wished Laura and Dany a good morning, then passed right by them and stepped outside to feed the chickens, as I always did.
When I came back, Seb had joined his parents at the fully set table, though none of them was eating. As it turned out, they had been waiting for me, and I couldn’t deny that this warmed my heart.
During breakfast, Seb talked so much about everything he had to study—listing classes, exams, and books he had to review—that, for a moment, I worried he might actually have to do allof it. He barely paused to take a breath, as if the more he said, the more convincing it would sound.
