“I think you should take something off now,” he proclaims. His confidence is as bold and bright as a new two-pound coin that hasn’t had the shine rubbed off it yet.
“Oh, you do?”
“Yep. Lose the shirt. Gives me something to look at while I do some stellar work.”
“Oh, are you entering the Peace Corps?”
He starts to laugh and I grin at him, but it slides off my face as he lowers himself to his knees in front of me. He puts his hands neatly on his thighs and looks up. “Much better than that,” he says huskily.
“Well, who needs peace anyway? It’svastlyoverrated.”
He laughs and watches intently as I unbutton my shirt and peel it off my shoulders and drop it to the floor.
“Fuck,” he says in a breathy voice. My dick kicks as I watch his eyes go heavy-lidded and slumberous. “You’re so gorgeous.”
“Hardly,” I scoff.
He licks his lips. “I think you should unbutton your jeans.”
“You’re rather bossy.”
He shrugs. “I’m also exceptionally good at blowjobs.”
“Don’t ever let anyone tell you that’s a bad thing.”
I unbutton my jeans and slide my hand into my briefs, pulling out my cock. It’s already hard, the head slippery with precome.
He stares at it hungrily and then sits up straight, the sun highlighting the different caramel and honey shades in his hair.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say before I can stop myself. His humour drops away and he stares up at me with shocked eyes. My face reddens. “What? Has no one ever given you a compliment?”
“No one like you. You really think that?”
“I don’t say things I don’t mean.” I clear my throat. “I mean if I were that nice, I wouldn’t be pointing out that the time period for a blowjob isn’t usually a century.”
He bursts into a peal of laughter and my lip twitches. My eyebrows rise as he opens his mouth and removes a wad of chewing gun. He throws it into the bin and nods at it. “It was to get more saliva and make everything nice and wet, but I won’t need that with you. You’re leaking like a tap.”
I nod solemnly. “Oh, I’m in the hands of a maestro. HowrelievedI feel.”
He cocks his head. “You don’t look relieved.”
“How do I look?”
“Hungry.” He comes up on his knees with a sudden burst of elegant motion, and I groan as he takes my cock in his hand. It looks angry and red against his soft skin, but he gazes at it as though he’s starving. “Will you watch me?” he asks, meeting my eyes.
I nod, swallowing hard.
His face grows slumberous, and he says, “I don’t want you to take your eyes off me.”
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” I admit and then can’t help my groan as he starts to kiss up and down the shaft. They’re tender, soft touches of his lips that send a startlingly strong wave of heat down my spine.
He raises his eyes to check I’m doing as he instructed, but he needn’t have bothered, because I could no more look away from him in this moment than I could voluntarily stop breathing. His lips are full and pink, and his cheeks are already flushed.
The kisses are like butterflies lighting on my skin, and the tickling feelings make me want to wildly ram my cock down his throat. Just as I open my mouth to command him to get on with it, he switches things up. He licks a stripe from the base to the tip, his rough tongue making me shiver. Then he lifts my cock and slides his tongue over my frenulum. I’m incredibly sensitive there and the pleasure is like a shot of pure vodka.
“Fuck,” I choke out. “More.”
He obeys, running his tongue over and over it, before moving and doing the same to the tip. My hips start to move, and he makes a throaty sound of approval, his fingers gripping my hips, silently commanding me do it again.
