Soon only one button remains.
“I promised you could wear these boxers on one condition.”
My hands go rogue, massaging him over the cotton.
His back arches a little.
“That you can take them off any time you choose?”
I nod, dropping to my knees.
Undoing the fly, I hold it open.
Nuzzling my face against the shorts, I lick inside the slit.
My tongue explores along the shaft, pulling the fabric wider.
With a soft throaty moan, Marco lets his dick spring loose from the hole.
I’m a greedy boy tonight, taking him in my mouth.
Even with my throat open wide, I still gag a little.
With a light squeeze of the tip, I surface for air.
He rests against the pillar, drunk with desire.
We’ve been starving for each other all night.
“You know exactly what I... ohhh.”
I’m not done with him.
A firm hand twists in tandem with my lips.
“Amos…” his voice wavers.
Another deep dive, right down to the base.
Desperate fingers claw into my shoulder.
“Baby...”
Hearing him lose himself like that unleashes something dangerous in me.
I keep going, devouring him without restraint.
Soon enough, I taste a hint of cum leaking from him.
“Uh uh. Not yet,” I reprimand.
Pulling back, I leave him right on the edge.
Chin still wet, I meet his eyes and utter the word that has echoed in my mind all night.
“Balcony.”
Thumbing the elastic of my underwear, I cast them aside.
