“That’s it,” I praise as he gives me a few hard strokes. “So good,” I murmur when he draws me into his warm mouth.
His low moan reverberates around my length, and I don’t bother stifling my groan of pleasure when he starts moving over me in quick bobs.
“You love this.” I brush my thumb over the hollow in his cheek as he sucks me almost all the way down.
He lifts his eyes to mine, and the naked desire in them set my already heated blood on fire.
West isn’t the first person to go down on me, but there’s something about seeing him on his knees with my length moving in and out of his mouth that affects me in an almost visceral way. It feels good and it’s hot as fuck to watch, but it goes so much deeper than just the physical.
It’s how much he’s enjoying it that makes it so hot. He likes making me feel good, and more than that, hewantsto make me feel good.
I let him have his fun for a few minutes, then I gently cup his cheeks and pull him off me.
He licks his lips and looks up at me with wide, expectant eyes, like he’s waiting for my next command.
“I have an idea,” I tell him.
His brow furrows, but he doesn’t question me as I use my foot to shove the coffee table back a few feet. Now we’ll have enough room for what I have in mind.
West’s confusion fades when I push my sweats and underwear all the way down so they’re puddled around my ankles, then sit on the edge of the couch with my legs spread wide.
“On your hands and knees.”
He gives me a confused look but places his hands on the floor and gets into position without question.
“Come here,” I tell him, and more of that warmth fills my chest as he moves closer so his face is right next to my dick. “Shift this way.” I tap on his hip, and he slides over so he’s lined up with the couch and not straight out in front of me.
“Do you want more?” I ask.
He nods.
“Go ahead.”
He eagerly swallows me all the way down and holds me there for a few beats, and his throat spasms and clenches around my length in the most incredible way.
After holding me there for a few more beats, he starts moving over me again, and I run my hand down his back and slip it under the waistband of his sweats.
He moans around me, and I tease the full globes of his ass with my fingertips, giving him a hint of what’s to come.
He wiggles back against my hand and moves a bit faster over me.
Steeling myself against my own orgasm, I push the back of his sweats and underwear down so his ass is exposed. He instinctively arches his back and pops his ass in the air, giving me the perfect view as I look down the line of his body.
“So hot,” I praise and reach between the cushions of the couch for the small bottle of lube I keep there.
West’s rhythm falters, and his eyes cloud over as I pull the lube free.
“What?” I ask.
He closes his eyes and goes back to sucking me.
I slide my hand under his chin and stop him mid-motion. “What?” I repeat when he opens his eyes and looks at me.
He slowly pulls off me and lets my length fall from his mouth. “Nothing.”
I rub my thumb over his bottom lip. “Tell me.”
“My brain just went to a weird place,” he says, his cheeks going pink again. “I just wondered how many people you’ve pulled the couch lube out for.”
