I don’t really know what I’m doing, but it’s a dick…how hard can it be? Remembering that Damon went after my balls first, I move to repeat the gesture, but he stops me by tugging on my hair.
Here it comes,I think to myself. But he surprises me when he says, “I worked up quite a sweat while we were dancing. Maybe focus on just my dick this time? Or I can hop in the shower if you’re going to be adamant about it.”
A warning is fair, and still, it’s progress, but I refuse his offer, reminding him once again to trust me.
“How about you let me decide what I like, and if I determine it would be better if you take a shower, I’ll let you know?”
“Fuck, you’re annoying sometimes,” he gripes.
But he shuts up as soon as I pull his left nut into my mouth.
It’s salty, musky, and perfect. I lick and suck until I’m satisfied that I’ve pulled every ounce of his flavor from his skin, and then I move on to the other side and repeat the process.
When Damon starts writhing under my hands, I feel like a goddamn king. I’m still taking my time, savoring his flavor when he reaches down to push his dick in my face…I mean more so than it already is. He’s aiming the tip down toward my mouth, silently telling me where he wants me.
Smiling, I pull his hand from his cock and lace our fingers together, making him bob and twitch in pleasurable discomfort while I continue sucking on his sac.
“Fuck, Liam,please.You’rekillingme.”
God, hearing Damon Landry beg for my mouth is something in my life I didn’t know I was missing, but now that I’ve heard it, I’m going to need tokeephearing it forever.
“Mmm, baby,” I tell him, reluctantly pulling away from him. “Tell me how much you want it. Tell me how much you wantme.”
“I want you so fucking much, I’m going out of my mind, Li. I’ve fucked my fist more times than I can count, wishing it was your goddamn mouth. Fuck, just touch me,please.”
How am I supposed to deny him after that?
His greedy hips buck toward my face, and his free hand is clawing at my shoulder. I still have his other hand trapped in mine, but he’s trying hard to use our laced fingers to direct me to his cock as if I don’t know where it is.
Teasing him provides me with immense joy, but I also want to put him out of his misery. So, I pin him down harder, adjust my knees on the bed, and run my tongue along his shaft. It’s standing at attention, jutting straight out in front of him, making it easy for me to start at his balls and make it all the way to his tip.
I do it painfully slowly, torturing us both in the best way possible.
“I swear to God, Liam,” he says before choking on a sob. “I’ve never needed to come so badly in my entire fucking life.”
His voice cracks so violently, I have to sit up just to make sure he isn’tactuallycrying.
And when I look at him, writhing on the pillow, he takes my breath away. His skin is flushed, his normally pouty lips are even more swollen than usual—he must be chewing on them in his lust-fueled agony. His eyelids are so heavy that his eyes are barely open. In this moment, I realize I want to spend my life discovering everything that brings him this much pleasure, and I will chase those things for him every fucking day.
I make the same path along his shaft a second time, releasing his hand so I can add it to his cock because this time, when I get to his tip, I engulf him with my mouth.
“Fucking finally!” Damon screams, his hands flying to the back of my head.
I smile around his dick and take him in even farther. I’m hesitant with my hand, focusing all my attention on not biting him or choking myself, and his hand covers mine to set the pace.
Jesus, does he always grip himself this hard?The pressure seems like it would be brutal, but apparently, my responsible, suit-wearing, straitlaced boyfriend is a little freaky.
This is confirmed when he rasps, “Spit on it, and scrape your teeth along my shaft.”
“Whatever you want, baby,” I tell him, getting pulled under his spell. I watch as spit leaves my mouth and hits its mark before I very gently run my teeth up and down his length. After capturing his pre-cum with my tongue, I spit on his cock again, but this time he covers it with my hand, and begins rubbing it in, instructing me in how he wants it.
After a few pumps to help me get an idea of speed, I bat his hand away, already knowing the firm grip he likes.
I put his dick back in my mouth, really strangling it with my lips, bobbing faster with each pass. I get lost in the sounds he makes and the way he moves beneath me, chasing his pleasure. Pleasure I’m creating in him.
With my hand on the bottom of his shaft, pumping in rhythm with my mouth, I squeeze a little harder than he showed me and am rewarded with a low moan and a warning.
“Liam, I’m going to come in about five seconds. If you don’t want to swallow, you need to move now.”
