“Now, I still want to hear about what went down, but you can’t very well talk with a dick down your throat, can you?”
It was rhetorical, but Perry shook his head anyway. If I were a stronger, more fit man, I’d have picked him up and tossed him over my shoulder and thrown him onto my bed. But I settled for extending my hand and pulling him to his feet when he took it.
I didn’t want to fuck him on the couch; well, I did, but I wanted to invite him into my bedroom. Into my private space so he could see that I trusted him to be there still.
Once inside, I ignored my cock and slowly stripped Perry out of his clothes. I slid his shirt off over his head then kissed him, long and slow, tangling our tongues together like they were slow dancing.
Perry gasped when my hand slid down his torso and cupped his iron hard cock. His gasp turned into a groan when I rubbed his dick through his pants, squeezing gently.
“I bet I could make you come just like this.” Perry whimpered. “Oh, you like that idea? Do you want to come in your pants for me?”
Perry tried to laugh, but it broke off into a moan when I rubbed his cock again.
“On the bed. Get comfortable.” I told him, pulling away. Perry blinked at me a couple times before his brain caught up to what I said and like lightning, Perry was naked and stretched out on his back. He still looked nervous, but less so as each minute passed. And his dick definitely wasn’t nervous.
Perry was hard as a rock. His cock laid rigid on his stomach, the tip angry-looking, all red and shiny with precum.
I stripped out of the rest of my clothes, then made sure we had supplies close by. Perry’s job meant both of us would be testing regularly and that condoms would most likely stay a staple in our relationship, but I didn’t mind if it meant I could get my mouth on him.
I knelt on the bed and then straddled him. Our cocks brushed together and I ignored it through sheer iron will. “Here’s what’s going to happen.”
Perry swallowed, looking horny but also wary, like he was still waiting for me to pull my mask off and reveal a snarling, snappish, jealous man. If that’s what he was waiting for, I was happy to prove him wrong.
“You’re going to tell me about Quinn. About all the things he did to you. How it felt. What you did to him. I want to hear everything. And if you stop talking, I stop.”
To start, I kissed him. Because I couldn’t not kiss him. His mouth was heaven and his hands sank into my hair as he held me, keeping me from ending the kiss too soon. We kissed until my mouth ached, until my body shook from the restraint it took to not just rut up against him and chase my orgasm now.
But the minute I broke away from his mouth and started kissing down his neck, across his clavicles, the hollow of his throat, Perry started talking. His voice was just above a whisper and it trembled a little, but I chalked that up to a mixture of lust and nerves.
“Start where you left off. You were nervous,” I paused to lave my tongue over his nipple, smiling at the way his breath hitched. “You were nervous and Quinn got on his knees for you. Tell me about that.”
“I—he?—”
“There’s no wrong answer, Perry.” I stopped to look at him. “And if you really don’t want to tell me about it like this, you don’t have to. But no matter what you say, or don’t say, I’m not mad and I’m not going to be mad.”
Perry took a deep breath and something I said seemed to have settled him because he looked calmer. Like maybe that was the first full breath of air he’d taken all day.
“Quinn sucks dick like he’s trying to medal in the dick-sucking Olympics.”
Perry’s comment made me smile and I went back to teasing him, to kissing him and tormenting his nipples with my tongue, my lips, my teeth. Perry squirmed underneath me, his voice unsteady but aroused.
“God. Uh—he has a great mouth and he likes my nuts. He said as much.” Perry was babbling now, his body writhing beneath me as I continued to kiss him. My mouth mapped a trail down his body and he fucking shook when I slotted myself between his legs and pushed them apart, caressing the insides of his thighs where his legs met his body. The skin there was soft and smooth.
I held his gaze for a second, then buried my face in his groin. At first, I just nuzzled the base of his cock. I breathed him in, the scent of clean skin and shampoo.
“I love that you scrubbed yourself for me.” I mouthed the base of his cock, then paused, waiting for Perry to speak again before I continued.
“He liked to tease me.” Perry’s breaths were coming shorter and sharper now as I took him in hand and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. “He—fuck. He liked it messy and sloppy and he pretends to still have a gag reflex.”
I paused for a breath, and so I could ask, “Did you choke him with your cock, baby?” Before taking him into my mouth. Blindly, I patted the bed, searching for his hand and when Ifound it, I put it on my head. A silent ask for him to do the same to me.
Perry made a strangled noise and his hand tightened in my hair. “Fuck, Rex. I can’t.”
I pulled back and looked up at him, pouring all my sincerity into my tone.
“Yes, you can. I want you to. If it’s too much, I’ll tap out.” I paused. “Okay?”
The moment hung between us and then Perry nodded. “Okay.”
