I hear the nerves in his tone and run my hand gently over his head.
“It’s perfect.”
He smiles like I just gave him the best compliment, before he takes me into his mouth again, this time sucking a little harder.
I moan, sliding my hands around the back of his head and shifting my feet to steady myself. He must take that as a hint to go deeper, even though it wasn’t my intention. He does and gags, then pulls off.
“Sorry,” he says, wiping his mouth of drool.
“Don’t be sorry. That felt good.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. But if it’s too much, you can stop.”
“It’s not. I’m just not used to it. But I like it.”
Nothing in those blue eyes of his tells me he’s lying.
“Then keep going,” I say.
And he does.
He pushes himself more, taking me deeper each time he bobs his head. He takes a break and licks me, then sucks on the head for a bit. It all feels amazing. So fucking good. I don’t want him to stop. But then my alarm goes off.
“Shit,” I mutter. It’s on the end table on the other side of the bed. “Let me turn that off.”
He releases me, and I move around to the other side of the bed to get my phone and silence the alarm. I have an hour before I need to be downstairs to meet the crew.
“Do we need to stop?” he asks.
I look at him over my shoulder.
“Not at all.” I put my phone down and crawl onto the bed to lay on my back.
Aliko crawls over and settles between my legs. He goes back to exploring my cock, going even deeper than before. When I hit the back of his throat, I groan as he gags again. He pulls off, kissing down my length to flick his tongue at the ring on my sac. Then he goes even lower, licking and kissing… until he stops.
“This okay?” he says so quietly, his voice shaking.
I meet his gaze and run my hand over his head in a soothing gesture.
“Unless I tell you to stop, assume it’s okay.”
Something in his eyes changes then. Darkens slightly. A little bit of confidence.
He slides his hands under my knees and lifts my legs, then goes back to what he was doing. Slowly making his way downmy balls, to lick at the spot between them and my hole. I groan loudly, loving the sensation. He takes the hint and moves lower, flicking his tongue over my hole tentatively.
“More,” I moan.
With a growl, he goes back in, licking firmly. With each stroke of his tongue, he grows more confident until he’s eating me like his life depends on it. Pleasure rolls through me, and I wonder if I could come like this, with just him licking and teasing my hole. Had I not come last night, maybe. But we can explore the hands-free stuff another day—when we have more time.
I didn’t tell him that I usually bottom, because it doesn’t matter. Sex feels different with everyone, and sometimes you enjoy things you didn’t think you would enjoy before.
I’ve been told I top from the bottom because I like to be in control and telling the other person what I want, but I’m a slut for having my hole filled. We’ll get to all that, though. I’m confident this won’t be a one-time occurrence.
Aliko moans, humping the bed as his fingers dig into my thighs. Precum spills from my cock, dripping down and pooling at the base.
“Are you close?” I ask.
