I think he might like it though. No, I think he might love it.
His eyes are fixed on me as I trace a line around the circle his lips make, and he swallows, making the need for more friction almost unbearable.
“Tap me on the thigh if you need me to pull out.”
He hums, the vibrations almost undoing me, and he shakes his head just a little.
“I don’t want to push you too far.”
He releases me, and I feel a surge of regret as he takes the base of my dick with his right hand and squeezes. “Leo.” His voice is hoarse. Rough. “I want this. I’ve wanted to taste you for so fucking long, and you have no idea how happy I am that you’re my first.” He strokes my shaft once, up to the head, down to the base, where he holds me again. “And I want to spend the rest of my life knowing you’re also the only one I’ve tasted.”
“God.” I surge in and kiss the taste of myself off his lips, then thud back against the headboard and close my eyes as he sinks back down.
This time, he takes me in a single swallow, and I can tell immediately he’s practiced this before. Since I know he’s never been with another person before, images of him deep-throating a dildo flood my mind. It’s so fucking erotic that I lose control, thrusting my hips forward as he relaxes his jaw. I feel the head of my cock touch the back of his throat, and it spasms as he gags.
He swallows quickly, and his tongue folds around my length as he begins to suck me harder, and his jaw is trembling with fatigue after a few pulls.
But that doesn’t stop him. His fingers dig into my thighs, and he urges my knees to close around the sides of his head as he takes me even deeper.
He swallows again, hums, and that’s when I realize how close I am to losing it.
“Pull off,” I order.
“Mm-mm,” he answers back, shaking his head.
“Yes.” I open my eyes in time for his gaze to meet mine. “I want to come on your face.”
He lets go with a gasping breath, then leans in and bats my hand away when I reach down to stroke myself, taking my dick in his hand instead. I lay my fingers over his and guide his speed, and he follows like he was fucking born to take orders from me.
“I’m so close,” I gasp as pleasure rockets up my spine. “Fuck, you are so good. So perfect. You are everything, North. You are the best thing that ever happened to me.” The words are coming out unchecked, a brutal honesty that might sound pathetic to some, but I don’t care.
He tips his head down, and his hips rock against the bed as he strokes me harder, faster, following my guiding hand. It only takes a few more thrusts to let go, and my orgasm hits, come spurting out from the tip, landing on his chin, neck, and shoulder.
His hips rock faster, and in my haze of pleasure, I realize what’s happening.
North groans, turning his face into my thigh, and he bites down on the edge of a moan as his hips stutter and then still. After a beat, he looks up at me, eyes red and feverish.
“Did you just?—”
“No. But I’m so fucking close.”
I shift my leg off his shoulder, then roll onto my side. “Come here. Let me finish you off. Please,” I add when he hesitates.
He moves slowly, sliding up until we’re face-to-face, and then he takes me by the wrist and guides me to where he’s still achingly hard. I like the idea that he can come untouched because of me, but he’s done that enough. Now it’s time for me to give back everything he’s given to me.
I squeeze him gently, stroking him slowly with no real rhythm. Not yet. I want to draw this out, to let him feel it. He groans as I kiss his jaw and pick up speed, stroking him harder, faster, the way I know he likes it.
“Fuck. You feel so good,” he moans. “I’m sorry tonight was a shit show.”
Shaking my head, I remove my hand and spit into it, then coat his length before tucking him between my legs and squeezing down. He gasps, and his eyes find mine. “I don’t care. This is all I want.”
He chokes on his next moan as he begins to rock his hips, fucking my thighs as I flex and squeeze around him. His trembling fingers dig into my hips, yanking me close, and his thrusts become erratic, desperation fueling every movement of his body.
“Leo, Leo,” he breathes into my ear. He fucks my hand faster. “I’m so in love with you.”
I close my eyes and let myself feel him taking his pleasure in my body, knowing that I am his first. Knowing that I am his only.
It’s so much more than I ever had before. I will never regret my first love, but this feels different. It’s bigger. It’s important, like I worked for it. Like I chose it.
