“I wanna suck you off,” Ashton insists, palming my growingbulge again.
Fuck. Is this really happening? He’s giving me whiplash. First he told me he wanted to keep things professional, and now he’s practically gagging for my cock.
“Are you sure?” I ask, dragging my thumb along his cheek.
He swallows hard. “I’m sure. Can you just… like, tell me what to do?”
I let out a shaky breath. “Yeah. I can walk you through it.” I reach up to tuck a piece of hair behind his ear. My tongue darts out to wet my bottom lip, locking my gaze with his. “Get on your knees, blondie.”
He eagerly drops to the floor, knees hitting the concrete with a softthud. Then he looks up at me, green eyes wide and shimmering in the low lighting. The sight of him beneath me, waiting for me to tell him what to do, is almost too much for me to handle.
I push my jeans and boxers down to my thighs, letting my semi-hard cock flop out. I grip the base and give myself a few slow strokes, my other hand playing with his hair, the soft sun-bleached strands slipping between my fingers. Ashton stares at my dick in a lust-drunk daze, lips parted and eyes glassy.
I know I’m bigger than most people expect from a short guy. I’ve been told by countless lovers, my ex-wife included, that I’m not exactlyproportional. But I’ll never grow tired of seeing the look of pleasant surprise on someone’s face when they see my dick for the first time.
“Open your mouth,” I say, my voice surprisingly steady.
He obeys and sticks out his perfect pink tongue. Fuck, it’s a beautiful sight.
I stroke my cock and draw back the foreskin. Ashton tracks every movement with intense focus. His own jeans bulge at the crotch, the print of his dick straining through the fabric, suffocatingly tight.
“Tap my thigh if you want to stop at any point, okay?” I say, guiding my dick toward his mouth.
He nods.
I inhale a deep breath. “Kiss the tip.”
He hesitates for a second before leaning forward and pressing his pillowy lips to the head’s velvety skin. I shudder at the contact, tightening my grip in his hair. He trails kisses across the tip, lapping his tongue like he’s trying to get used to the taste.
“So good,” I praise. “Now try sucking the head.”
Ashton’s lips part as he takes me into his mouth, surrounding me with a wet heat that has me seeing stars behind my eyelids. He suckles slowly and with no real finesse. It’s sloppy and awkward but inexplicably perfect.
At first, his face is twisted uncomfortably, but then his expression softens. His eyes flutter shut as he slides his tongue around my girth, lips stretching around it. It’s like he’s in a trance, hypnotized by the feeling of my cock in his mouth.
Dick-notized.
“That’s it,” I whisper, stroking his hair. “Can you take me deeper?”
He hesitates for a moment before leaning forward, taking another inch, and then another. His eyes glimmer with tears, drool spilling from the corners of his lips, dribbling down his chin. When my tip hits the back of his throat, he gags.
“You okay?” I ask, voice edged with panic.
He meets my gaze, and—oh. He looks wrecked in the best way possible. Cheeks flushed, eyes damp, his own cock hard and bulging in his pants. I study the sight like I’m trying to engrave it in my brain for safekeeping.
Instead of replying, he starts sucking me in earnest. He wraps one hand around the base, stroking up to meet his mouth, the other cradling my balls. I lean back against the bar, squeezing the edge of the countertop to ground myself.
I take a few slow, even breaths as his tongue rolls along my length, teasing the head and dipping into the slit. My hand glides across his cheek, stroking it softly. His eyes flutter shut at the touch, a low moan tearing from his throat that sends vibrations around my cock.
I’m captivated by the sight of Ashton Tremblay on his knees for me—beautiful and unguarded, stripped of his usual tension andshyness. For the first time, I see the sinful side of him, soft and eager, quietly aching to please.
My balls are drawn tight, my orgasm building inside me at an alarming rate. Admittedly, it’s a while since I last hooked up with someone.
“Ash,” I croak, hips stuttering. “I’m close.”
Ashton pulls off with a wetpop, his lips reddened and glistening. He replaces his mouth with his hand and lets me fuck his fist. He stares at my cock sliding against his palm like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen, eyes glassy.
“Fuuuuck.” I groan, pleasure slamming through me.
