“Weird?”
“Hot,” Simon spoke over me. “So hot.”
The spilt second of tension in the pit of my stomach unspooled all at once, laughter replacing it. Of course he thought it was hot. Simon was perfect.
I surged forward to kiss him, tugging on his lower lip with my teeth, grinding against him as I trailed my hands down his body, over his t-shirt and then up under it, splaying them over his skin.
“You’rehot,” I murmured, pushing his shirt up to expose his stomach as I crawled my way down.
Simon gasped as I mouthed over the spot just under his ribs, squirming. He was ticklish, and I’d taken advantage of that many, many times before. Tonight, though, I had other plans.
“Shh,” I whispered against his skin. “Can’t let your parents hear.”
We were both adults, and I had no doubt they knew what we were up to whether they could hear it or not, but I liked the idea of this being our little secret, this time. No audience. As though we were nineteen again and sneaking around because we still thought we had to.
Simon raised a hand to his mouth, biting down on his thumb. I grinned against his skin, scraping my teeth down to his hip as I curled a hand around it, pinning him to the mattress. I knew he’d be careful with me. He’d stop me rather than risk hurting me, but I liked the fantasy that he might not be able to control himself because he wanted methatbadly.
Besides, I didnotwant to stop. The salt of his skin under my tongue made my mouth water, and I knew it’d be even better when I got my lips wrapped around his cock, all that soft skin and heat and the sharp taste of precome spilling over my tongue. It wasalwaysgood, but Simon was going to ruin me.
I was going to let him.
I kept my eyes on his face as I nuzzled my way lower, watching it flush, pupils blown, teeth digging into his thumb as I licked a stripe next to his belly button. He whimpered as I sank my teeth in below it, sucking a mouthful of flesh hard enough to leave a bruise.
Maybe I should’ve asked, but Simon wasmine. His paintball bruises had faded now. I wanted to leave a few fresh ones of my own.
I smiled against his skin as I mouthed my way to the crease of his thigh, nuzzling through the multi-colored polka dot print fabric of his underwear. His hot, hard cock brushed against my cheek, and I rubbed against it, turning my head to mouth at him. Simon whimpered again, stifled but still loud enough for me to hear.
Smirking, I hooked my thumb into his waistband and eased it down. My tongue darted out to wet my lips as his cock sprang free, thick as I remembered, dark with blood, a glistening smear of precome coating the head. Pulling his underwear down totangle around his knees, I pressed my face to his stomach again, mouthing at the sensitive skin there just to hear him hiss and make him squirm. The clean salt of his skin was addictive under my tongue, coating my lips. I could’ve licked him from head to toe for hours and been thrilled about it.
Not nearly as thrilled as I was going to be about getting him in my mouth. In just a few more minutes, when he was ready to beg.
I wouldn’tmakehim. I just liked the idea of him being on the verge of it.
Happy sounds vibrated in my throat as I mouthed at the inside of his thighs, nipping in a few places to leave a scattering of smaller bruises where he’d feel them every time he moved. If I got this right, Simon would spend the rest of the weekend half-hard thinking about me and my mouth.
Then I’d make sure he spent the week thinking about me, and the rest of the month, year, decade… our lives, however long that was.
I wasn’t going to lose Simon. He wouldn’t let me.
He made a frustrated sound as I made it to his knee, thighs parting further as I pushed his underwear out of the way. I pressed a kiss to the side of his knee, letting my tongue linger against his skin while I met his gaze again under lowered lashes.
“Fuck,” he breathed, thumb still between his teeth. “Do you haveanyidea what you look like?”
I did, actually. I knew I looked good like this. That was the point.
I grinned at him before licking a stripe up the inside of his thigh, burying my nose in the crease again, breathing him in. The scentof him made my cock throb, a hot, urgent pulse of want. I’d waited long enough.
“Theo,” Simon whispered, trembling fingers brushing the shell of my ear.
I pushed my head into them as I shifted, hovering over his hard length. My mouth watered at the sight of the pearly bead of precome welling up at the head, and before I’d made a conscious decision to do it, I bent down to lap it up with the flat of my tongue.
Simon made a wounded sound, muffled by his thumb again, and something in me snapped. Ihadto have him in my mouth,right now.
He whimpered as I licked my way up the underside of his cock, swirling my tongue around the head before sealing my lips around it. A spurt of precome, hot and salty andSimon,smeared over my palate, making me swallow around him.
“Oh fuck, Theo,” Simon muttered. His fingers threaded gingerly into my hair, barely skimming my scalp. Careful not to hurt me.
I’d show him how I liked my hair pulled next time. Right now, I didn’t want to pull back to speak.
