CHAPTER 06: FEN
I’m frozen in the circle of his arms.
Not because I made him come—although I am surprised at how little it took. We didn’t even getnaked. His dick is deflating in his shorts, sticky at my back, and he’s being allsweetandgratefulandgenerous.
Normally, if I don’t get off with a partner, I take matters into my own hand—either before or after the walk of shame, depending on the situation. But his fingers are growing bolder on my cock, and he’s nuzzling into the crook of my neck, andhow does he still want me when he’s already gotten what he needs?
I mean, he’s young, and I’m good, butgod, I barely touched him.
Iwantto touch him, I realize with a shock. I want to roll him back onto the bed and rub myself all over his body. To take my time exploring him with hands and tongue and teeth.
I want to kiss him again.
Stupidfeelings.
“Can I suck you?” he whispers shyly, and then he nips my neck, and I fuckingwhimper.
“Has anyone ever said no to that question?” I ask, scrambling for some semblance of—well, not dignity, since that ship has fucking sailed.Control?
“I’ve never asked it before.”
“Well. Lucky for you, I have the perfect starter cock.” For some reason, I’m still paralyzed, but after a moment, he scoops me up and turns to toss me back into the pillows.Pretty slick moves for a nerd.
“Can I—I can’t believe I’m asking this, but can I take these off?” His fingers trace the lace at my hips, and I nod, drawing a shuddering breath past the inexplicable lump in my throat.
Gently, like they’re the only thing holding me together, he hooks his fingers into the waistband and draws the underwear down my thighs. When I bend my knees and lift my feet to help, he kisses the inside of one ankle, and maybe I am about to fall the fuck apart.
And then I’m spread out before him, and I’ve never felt so naked.
“Think you can handle it?” I ask, a little too wobbly to pull off the tease.
“It’s beautiful,” he says, and something settles warm and heavy in my chest.
Not that I’m insecure about the size of my cock, which is about average and perfectly proportional to my five-eight frame. But…I like that he likes it.
I’ve been on the receiving end of some epic blow jobs—sometimes assholes give the best head—but nothing could have prepared me for Ollie’s eager, earnest devotion to my dick. He starts with his fingers, tracing the delicate veins beneath the skin until I’m twitching and leaking all over myself. When he finally lowers his head, it’s to lap at the precum with littlekitten licks, curious and unbelievably erotic. Then he feathers his tongue over the sensitive spot beneath my crown, before dipping into my slit.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I gasp, my hands flying to his head. “You’re going to kill me.”
He peeks up at me, pupils blown beneath his thick lashes, and without looking away, grasps the base of my cock and sucks the head into his mouth. And my brain promptly detaches from my body.
He goes to work with lips and tongue, so sweetly careful of his teeth I could scream, until he finally swallows me down. When his lips brush my pelvis, he makes a rumbling sound of satisfaction deep in his throat that ricochets all the way to my toes.
“Yes,” I hiss, dragging my greedy fingers through his hair.
And then he forgets to be careful, bobbing and sucking with a joyful enthusiasm that takes me apart at the seams. It’s messy and clumsy…and possibly the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.
It’s not enough.
“Ollie. Touch me. I need…more. Please.” I plant my feet on the mattress and tilt my hips so there’s no mistaking what I mean. The movement drives my cock into his throat, and he chokes. But when he pulls off, high spots of color flame on his cheeks, and he shoves the heel of his hand into the base of his dick, so maybe he doesn’t mind.
“I—there’s no lube.”
There is, actually, tucked in the pocket of my pants. But they’re halfway across the room, which is way too far for the way my body is burning.
“Fuck.” I curl up from the pillows and grab his hand. Sucking two of his fingers into my mouth, I get them as sloppy as possible in three-point-five seconds, then shove them back at him. “Here.”
“Are you sure?” The words are doubtful, but he’s already dropping his hand toward my ass.
