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“Fuck…that feels so good,” I groaned as his hand traveled up and down the length of my shaft through my sweatpants. I hadn’t put any underwear on, so my precum had made a small wet spot in the fabric.

“I can make it feel even better,” he replied after he ran his tongue along the pulse point of my throat.

“You’re going to have to prove it; otherwise, I won’t believe you.” My breath shuddered as he pressed light kisses along my jawline. He pulled the drawstring of my sweats loose, giving him easier access to my cock.

“I want you to relax and enjoy this. Don’t do anything. You promise you’ll just enjoy what I’m about to do and be a good boy?” he asked.

“Fuck, yeah. I-I promise.”

“Good boy,” he replied softly. His hand slipped under the waistband of my sweats to take hold of my leaking cock, running his thumb over the slick head, making me leak even more.

I took as deep a breath as I could before my ribs screamed in protest. I didn’t care. I felt him shift on the bed to pull my sweats down. When he did, my cock sprang free, slapping against my abs. I glanced down when I felt the warmth of his mouth wrap around my crown. I took another breath and held it for a few beats before letting it out slowly.

“Oh, God, Jonesy. Your mouth feels amazing,” I moaned as he ran his tongue around my cockhead, savoring the salty pre-cum. With a deep moan that traveled down into my balls, he took me all the way down his open throat. I’d promised him I wouldn’t do anything but lie there, but my good hand went to his short hair, my fingers massaging his scalp.

He popped off my cock and glanced at me. “What did I say? You’re not to do anything except enjoy this.”

“But…but I want to touch you, babe.”

“Not right now. Put your hand behind your head so you won’t be tempted again,” he ordered softly. I did as I was told, and he went back to what he’d been doing.

I closed my eyes and floated into the euphoric sensation as he bobbed up and down on my cock. He left his lips loose around my shaft, and the sloppy sounds of his saliva were music to my ears. I loved the light touch of his full lips traveling up and down as he blew me. I wasn’t going to last long, and it took all my effort not to pump my hips to face-fuck him.

He wrapped a hand around the base of my cock and stroked me in tandem with his mouth. The familiar tingle made my balls tighten, and I knew my release was near.

“Oh, Jesus, babe. I-I’m coming,” I cried out. Electric sparks shot through my brain, and I saw white stars behind my tightly shut eyes. I gripped the pillow behind my head as I came. The intensity of my orgasm fought against the pain in my ribs, but it was a pain I embraced. It felt like I would never stop coming, and I could hear him greedily swallow my cum that was painting his open throat. I let out a choked howl because of the weakness of my lung capacity.

As my shallow breathing leveled out, he lazily kept my cock in his mouth, cleaning every bit of my release. He hummed his approval and released my softening dick with a kiss to its tip.

I hadn’t noticed that he’d kneeled by the side of the bed to perform one of the best blowjobs he’d ever given me, even better than the one in the hospital. I just wished I could have lasted longer.

He pushed himself up and helped me by pulling my sweats back up. He looked as sated as I felt, even though he hadn’t even come. “Hey…what about you, babe?” I asked, wanting to make sure he was taken care of.

As he gazed down at me, he said, “Oh, I’m good, Howler. When I got home, you were still sound asleep, so I took a shower and changed. Seeing you lying there when I walked in made my dick hard, so I took care of myself in the shower. I didn’t plan on it, but I couldn’t stop myself.” He bit down on one side of his lip, waiting to see my reaction.

“Well, I can’t be upset, especially after what you just did,” I replied with a snicker. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost six-thirty,” he replied, glancing at his watch.

“Oh, shit. I’ve been napping for over five hours?”

“Babe, your body needed it. It’s not like you have a bowling tournament to get to. You’re supposed to be taking it easy.”

“I never nap that long.”

“Let’s just say I’m happy you did,” he replied with a devilish grin. “I brought takeout if you’re hungry. God knows I am.”

The thought of food made my stomach rumble as I took my time getting up with Jonesy’s help. It had been a long time since we’d had Chinese food, and the aroma of fried rice, chow mein, and walnut shrimp wafted through the kitchen as we walked in. Jonesy pulled a beer from the refrigerator, opened it, and took a swig before setting it on the counter. When he turned toward the cabinets to get plates and a glass for my iced tea, I picked up his beer and took a long pull.

“I saw that,” he said, snickering, before turning around.

“Your back was turned; how did you see?”

He put the plates and my glass on the counter. “The cabinets have glass fronts, babe. I saw your reflection.”

His reply made me remember seeing my reflection in the side of that black SUV before it pushed me off the highway. I shook the thought off and sighed, giving him a sly smile. “Damn, you’re too good for your own sake,” I replied, not wanting to relive that memory.

“Would you rather have a beer instead of iced tea?”