“Can you suck on my nipples and stroke my dick?”
“Of course.”
I kiss over his collarbones and along the dip between his pecs while I shift down so my mouth is level with his nipples. I start there, my mouth on one and my fingers pinching and plucking at the other.
“Jason, please.” He’s panting now and biting his lip and that’s close enough to begging to satisfy me.
“Sorry,” I tell him. “Got distracted there for a minute.”
I switch my mouth to his other nipple and smooth my hand down over his stomach. He’s mostly hairless, just a thin happy trail of dark blond leading to his cock, which is hot and hard when I wrap my hand around it. The tip is already wet and I swipe my palm over it before smearing the wetness along his length.
“God, yes, Jason, that’s it…a little tighter and…oh yes,” he’s babbling, and Blessed Virgin and all the saints, I want to hear him say my name in that half-choked, blissed-out, deep voice all night long.
I do tighten my grip, but I also slow down my strokes. As close as he seems to be, I don’t want to end this too soon. I suck hard on his abused nipple, which is plump and tight in my mouth, and let my teeth scrape over it. This wins me a whine and Victor’s chest arches up from the mattress.
When he flinches the next time I use teeth, I switch to the other nipple and swap hands around his cock. I squeeze and stroke, closing my fingers over the head each time, and he starts lifting his hips to thrust into my hand. When he plants one foot on the bed to give himself more leverage, I roll off his thigh and sprawl between his legs so that he can get the other foot in place.
And then, because Victor is correct and I do like taking control, I slow my strokes down and wedge my elbows into his hip creases to push his hips down.
This puts me at about eye level with his cock. “Do you want me to suck you off?” I ask.
Victor is squirming in the limited space I’ve left him. “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.” He’s breathless and glistening with sweat. His hair is darker at his temples and a bead of sweat rolls down his chest, between his pecs, and disappears into his navel.
“I know I don’t have to.” I’m still stroking him, but slowly, and I’m pretty sure he’s close. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to. My question is: do you want that?”
I suspect he’s giving me an out because I’ve never given a blow job before. I hope he’s not declining because he thinks I won’t be any good at it.
“God, yes,” he groans. “Please.”
I crawl up his body and plant my elbows on either side of his head. His cock is trapped between our bodies and mine hardens alongside his.
He lifts his face for a kiss but I hover above him, just out of reach. “Ask me,” I murmur. “Ask me for what you want.”
“Jason,” he says and his voice is deep and rough. He brings his hands to the small of my back and strokes up to my shoulder blades. “Please, will you suck my dick?”
“Of course, Victor. Thank you for asking me.” There’s something deliciously powerful about making him say the words, and, from the glazed look on his face, he feels it, too.
I slide down his body and sprawl once again between his bent knees. I wrap one hand around the base of his cock and lick up the underside from root to tip. Then I take him into my mouth.
I discover in fairly short order that sucking cock works different jaw muscles than going down on a woman, but I relish the new experience. I work him with my lips and tongue until his thighs tremble on either side of my head.
“Jason?” His voice is strained but there’s a definite question in it.
I pull off and lift my head. “Yes, Victor?”
“Would you…?”
I lick a bead of fluid from his slit and he moans loud enough to fill the room. “I told you, I’ll do anything you want. All you have to do is ask me.”
“Could you stick a finger in me?”
“Absolutely, Victor,” I say immediately.
I moisten a finger in my mouth between sucks and lift his heavy balls up to expose his hole. I circle his rim and press gently while sliding my mouth down until his cock nudges the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck, Jason, I’m going to come. Pull off if you don’t want…” He trails off with a deep grunt when my finger brushes against a spongy spot. “Fuck, Jason, right there. I can’t… Oh, God…”
His hand is flapping somewhere in the vicinity of my ear and I bat it away. Yes, I want him to come down my throat. I massage his prostate while sucking steadily and Victor shouts when he floods my mouth.
