Page 49 of Catching Sparkles

I don’t know what he thought I was going to ask for, but judging by the brief flash of surprise on his face, it wasn’t that. But still, he recovered quickly, quirking up the corner of his mouth as his green eyes sparkled with mischievous amusement.

“You want to suck me?” He repeated, dragging his hand up my chest to rest his fingertip on my mouth. I parted my lips to draw it in, flattening my tongue against it. “Which part of me?”

“Your dick.”

He tilted his head, and for a second I swore I could see a hint of insecurity cross over his features.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“I’m very sure,” I responded seriously.

It was true I’d never done it, but… I couldn’t imagine not liking it. At least, I was mostly sure I wouldn’t. I’d liked touching it. And rubbing on it. And I’d liked tasting his cum when he’d fed me a little off his belly. I’d maybe even liked that a little too much, since I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since it had happened. Maybe that was part of why I’d kind of freaked that day.

“Okay, well… If you end up changing your mind, we can just… Stop.”

“Yeah, okay,” I agreed, only because I was too embarrassed to tell him that there was no fucking way I was going to want to stop.

Keeping a firm grip on his hips, I reared up to flip our positions so he ended up on his back with me on top of him, between his thighs. He squealed in surprise, holding on to me as we tumbled down onto the soft cushions.

Once he’d gotten his bearings and realized what I’d done, he bit down into his lower lip, rewarding me with a purr. “You’re so strong.”

Barely able to suppress a snort, I could only clear my throat. “Well, you’re pretty small, so…”

I may not have been as jacked and powerful as I’d been in the prime of my football days, but there hadn’t been a day in my adult life I’d have struggled to toss someone Kendall’s size around. He was like a perfect little doll, his slim waist swallowed up by my hands. I loved it.

I wasn’t worried that I wouldn’t like sucking his cock, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t nervous. To help soothe my nerves, I slanted my mouth over his, groaning in pleasure as the enthusiastic way he accepted my tongue. His hands roamed under my shirt over my back, obviously appreciative of the musculature of my body. Fuck, I’d missed being with someone who was so openly and shamelessly into me. And he was so good at making me feel good. I’d never been wrapped around anyone’s finger like this. But that was part of why I was so fucking nervous, too.

“So, I, um… I’ve obviously never done this before,” I murmured.

“Obviously,” he echoed, pecking my jaw with kisses.

“But you’ve been with… You know. Guys who are, uh… inexperienced with other guys. So this is normal for you, right?”

“You mean how I’ve hooked up with guys who were, like, questioning? Or closeted?”

“Yeah.”

“Those guys didn’t want to suck me off,” he informed me neutrally. “They were really only interested in me doing stuff to them.”

The straight guys he’d been with before hadn’t wanted to do stuff like this? That was a shock to me, since I’d been fantasizing about it so much. Maybe that meant they actually were straight, and I was… Not. Or maybe they just hadn’t cared about getting Kendall off as long as they were getting whatever they needed. Pricks. I hoped that meant I wasn’t the first blowjob virgin who’d ever gone down on him. But I didn’t want to ask, afraid of what the answer might be.

My hesitation must have been obvious to him, because he took my face in his hands, giving me a serious look.

“You don’t have to worry, Rhys. We’ll take it slow, you can stop if you need to, and I’ll guide you through it if you want. Okay?”

“Okay,” I said quickly and gratefully. “I, um… I definitely want you to talk me through it.”

I kissed my way down his body, pushing his t-shirt up so I could make contact with his flat belly, giving his piercing a quick nip with my teeth. The sound of his ticklish laugh was adorable, and the way his abdominal muscles quivered under my mouth was so hot.

When I got down to the waistband of his jeans and moved to unbutton them, he spoke up. “Just a warning, I’m not wearing anything cute under here. I didn’t exactly know we were going to be doing this.”

“That’s fine,” I said, but when I unzipped and he raised up his hips to help me tug the jeans down over them, I could only stare.

They were technically men’s briefs, but they were miles apart from the ill-fitting, sexless tighty-whities my mind associated with that style of underwear. They were a bright blue, low on his hips and tight to his body, cupping the bulge of his cock perfectly.

“These aren’t cute?” I couldn’t help but ask incredulously, glancing up at him when he chuckled, looking relieved.

“Well, they’re not… I didn’t know if maybe you’d only be into the girlier stuff.”