My hands drift to his hair like they’re being pulled in by gravity. I give his curls a tug, and he moans on my cock, vibrations buzzing around me.
“Fuck, Mason,” I groan, head thrown back against the armrest.
He pumps the base with one hand, matching the rhythm of his mouth, while the other gently rolls my balls. I choke back a sob, fighting the urge to buck into him. I don’t want to hurt him, but God, he’s too good at this.
A dangerous thought flickers through me—how many times has he done this before me? How many men has he unraveled like this? His dick-sucking abilities are lightyears ahead of mine.
His tongue licks the underside of my shaft before suckling at the tip, dipping into the slit. My toes curl, my back arching, and I can’t fight off my orgasm any longer.
“God, Mason, I’m gonna—”
He doesn’t pull off. Instead, he swallows me deeper, my cock nudging the back of his throat.
A moment later, I come undone in his mouth, hips stuttering, thighs spasming across the couch cushions. He continues stroking me, fingers gliding along my spit-soaked length, dragging out every pulse.
When he finally pulls off, his thumb swipes across his swollen lower lip, catching a drop of spilled come before pushing it back into his mouth. He swallows, throat bobbing, eyes locked on me with something dark and hungry.
My spent cock twitches at the sight. “Jesus,” I groan.
His wet, reddened lips curl into a satisfied smirk.
I glance at his crotch. His thick, hard cock is tenting his joggers and snaking down his thigh. The massive outline is intimidating and thrilling at the same time.
“Take your pants off,” I demand, surprising myself by how confident it sounds. “And sit up.”
His breath stutters, but he nods. He quickly takes off his pants and disconnects his insulin pump before sitting down, hands resting on his thighs. His huge cock is hard against his abs, already dripping at the slit.
Dropping to my knees on the hardwood, I sandwich myself between his legs. He looks down at me, pupils blown wide with lust. I hold his gaze as I lean forward, dragging my tongue in a steady stripe from base to tip. A strangled moan tears from his throat.
I swallow him down, inch by inch, fighting the urge to gag as my eyes sting. His cock feels hot and heavy on my tongue, stretching my mouth wide open. I breathe hard through my nose, trying to adjust to the suffocating sensation.
“You’re taking me so well,” Mason huffs, stroking my hair softly. “Take your time. Don’t hurt yourself.”
I suck slowly at first, cheeks hollowed, bobbing my head steadily as his tip grazes the back of my throat. It burns, but I push through, not wanting to look like the inexperienced loser I truly am.
“You’re so good at this,” he murmurs.
The praise loosens a knot in my chest. Thank God. I’ve only ever done this to Travis in the past, and he wasn’t anywhere near this big. I feel like I’m just making it up as I go along.
His fingers tighten in my hair, sharp and controlling. I curve my tongue around his girth, feeling the pulsing throb of him against me. When I push down to the base, I choke softly but keep going, quickening the pace.
“I’m close,” he warns, his voice raspy with breathless.
Moments later, heat floods my throat as he bucks up, burying himself to the hilt. I swallow him through it, sucking greedily as garbled curses spill from his lips.
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I push myself upright, knees aching. I rub my sore jaw and plop onto the couch beside him. My heart still races, the room spinning faintly in the afterglow.
“Did I hurt you?” Mason asks, his voice laced with worry.
I blink, startled. Travis certainly didn’t give a shit if he hurt me during sex. This is… new. The concern in his voice makes me feel all warm and mushy inside.
Another intriguing data point to add to my research: being desired and being cared for are not the same thing.
“You didn’t,” I say, smiling shyly. “I think my blowjob skills are just a little rusty.”
Relief flashes over his face before he laughs, easing the tension. “Could’ve fooled me.”
I glance at him hesitantly. “Really? It was… good?”
