My mouth still glued to his, I press him back against the bookcase. He must sense the change in me. His hands leave the safe zone of the middle of my back to slide down to my arse. Mine roam under his T-shirt, dragging down his spine. When I slot my fingers into the grooves between his ribs, he grabs my wrist, tugging it around to his groin. For the first ever time, another man’s erection lies heavy and warm under my palm. I inhale sharply.
“Okay?” he checks.
“Yeah. Fuck, it feels nice. Yeah.”
He chuckles, husky and slow. “You want to lose the layers, Luke? You want to see it, too?”
See it?I want to drop to my knees and fucking worship it, in all its hot, proud, masculine glory. I want to lave my tongue up and down it, choke on it until the roof of my mouth is bleeding and raw. I want to suck it dry, until he’s squirming and pushing me away. “Um…yeah,” I croak.
I tear at Neil’s jeans until his sexy-as-fuck scrap of a jock bunches around his thighs. I thought our date was done lastnight, but here we are, in the middle of my sitting room in broad daylight. Last night was merely foreplay. The main event is here and now, my palm curled awkwardly—paralysed—around Neil’s thick, damp length.
“Just do it how you like it yourself,” he whispers, licking into my mouth. “Up and down tends to work well as a starting point.”
He spreads his legs wider, his hand showing me the way. Both of us drop our heads, drinking in his hand around mine and mine around him. Neil’s big. And there. And leaking. Working the length of him like this together, the heat of him swelling under my palm is easily the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen and felt.
“Just like that, rash whisperer,” he gasps, letting go. “Like that is perfect.”
Thrusting into the channel of my fist, he bites hard kisses against my neck and mouth. My wrist aches; my own cock throbs and throbs. Neil’s chest heaves against mine, breath catching on the way out. There’s an unpolished roughness to it, a private, unguarded sound; I could come from that alone.
Each exhale brushes against my cheek. Neil’s head falls forward; his teeth bite into my shoulder. He’s panting harder, hips bucking. “I’m close.”
Damp heat seeps into my palm. As I work him faster, Neil’s abs clench, both of us hovering right on the edge of control. His legs tense, he moans against the skin of my neck, I feel him shudder. And then he comes with a final husky, satisfied grunt, quietly flooding my hand.
Before I’ve even processed I’ve made this happen and—against the odds—not ejaculated into my underwear, he gracefully sinks to his knees. “Is this allowed?” He rubs his flushed cheek against the denim covering my cock. His lips are wet and glossy from kissing, his stupidly pretty eyes glazed with want.
“Yeah, but I…fuck...I’m nearly there too.”
Thezzzipsound as he unfastens my jeans sparks like a fuse. Time turning molten, he pushes down my boxers and takes me in hand.
“Very pretty.”
His voice is thick, vibrating through me. My slit’s dribbling, my balls ready to detonate. I’m aching for it; I don’t think I’ve been so swollen and hard. I dig my nails into my palms sticky with his cum and squeeze my eyes shut; if I look down now, I’ll hose.
Neil guides me to his mouth, lays me against the flat of his tongue. It’s an exquisite torment, almost as agonising as when he licks around the head and savours the shaft. He's slow and deliberate, as if he actually fucking loves it. For an eternity, he flicks his tongue and sucks on my tip, kissing and tasting me, in a way I never believed would feel so good.
And then, without warning, he takes me so far down his throat even I nearly gag. My hand grabs for his hair; the way my legs shake, I’ll fall over if I don’t seize hold of something. An insane, uncontrollable trembling starts up in my left thigh as the wet heat of his mouth caresses my dick.
“I want to come in your mouth,” I pant. Big talk for someone who has never received a blowjob in his entire life.
Neil’s teeth graze along my shaft, adding their own delicious torture. He pulls off long enough to pant, “Do it,” before swallowing me down again.
With two more sucks, I come in a hazed, mad rush. Whoever coined this feeling ‘a little death’ has clearly never had a blowjob from Neil. I pulse so hard my head goes dark. My whole body wants to twist itself inside out and pour itself down his throat. Maybe it’s a big death—maybe this is it, I’m abandoning consciousness.
When I’m alive enough to open my eyes and look down, Neil’s wiping the last smear of my cum from his wet lower lip. He gazes up at me. From this angle, his beautiful brown eyes, crinkling at the corners, hold all the stars. If I do leave this world in the next breath, then I’ve already won.
“Who needs coffee in the mornings, rash whisperer, when I can drink you down?”
“If I have caffeine now, my heart will stop,” I rasp hoarsely. “I think I need to sit.”
“You started it, not me.” Instantly, Neil’s up on his feet, urging me to the sofa, whereupon I collapse in a heap, willing my Elvis leg to subside.
“Can it be put on record,” he continues, rubbing my jumpy thigh, “that I was all for sweet sensitive kisses and puppy dogs and pink roses?”
He presses his lips to my cheek, then checks his phone. “You make the most wonderful sound when you come, by the way.”
He imitates it, the smug bastard. All I can say is I hope he’s prone to exaggeration.
“If you keep that up, you’ll never hear it again.”
