I shrug. “It’s fun.”
One thing I enjoy most about sex is the foreplay and oral sex. I fucking love pleasing my partner, and being vocal is a part of that.
Fuck, I’m about to go down on Jared ‘Jett’ Cordier. Strange days…
His eyes go wide when I swipe my tongue along the underside of his cock. I try to focus on what I like. I’m sure it’ll be close to what he does.
“I fucking love how you smell,” I say.
He doesn’t say anything, but I have enough words for both of us. All that matters is his reaction, his pleasure, and that I can get him to come.
I keep my eyes on him as I curl my tongue around the crown. A bitter earthiness hits my tongue when I swallow some pre-cum. His head falls back, his fingers trailing through my hair, pulling at the strands. My scalp stings, which feels amazing.
After toying with him for a bit, tugging on his nuts, I swallow him down, or attempt to. I can’t deepthroat him, so I fist his length and move my hand in the rhythm of my bobbing head. Jett grips my hair tighter, a deep moan leaving his throat.
“Jesus,” he gasps. “Yeah, that’s… fuck.” When he gently thrusts into my mouth and pulls my hair tighter, I know he’s getting into it. Hell,I’minto it.
His pre-cum is spilling, and I’m drooling everywhere. I must be doing something right because he’s still making those sexy noises and moving to meet my mouth. His legs are relaxed and spread-eagled, his heady scent engulfing me.
Can I swallow his cum? My partners have done it for me. If they can do it, so can I.
Jett’s breathing is getting heavy and loud. He’s close. His cock throbs in my mouth, hot and hard.
“Gonna come,” he gasps, tapping my head.
I suck on him harder and move faster, and I know right then I’m going to swallow his cum.
“Hey…” He taps my head again, but I don’t stop.
I fondle his balls as I curl my tongue around the head again, teasing the orgasm out of him, before I swallow him down as far as I can. When I gag, he explodes. Despite expecting it, itcatches me by surprise. Hot spurts hit my tongue, and when he’s finished, I swallow in one gulp.
Jett lets go of my hair and covers his face with his hands. His chest heaves, small shivers moving through him. “Shit… Fuck me… I don’t get you, Wes,” he rasps.
I stand, remove my jeans and underwear, then straddle him again. “What’s to get?” I ask, kissing the clammy skin on his neck and chest.
He lifts his head, and in one sweeping movement, I’m on my back on the couch, and he’s hovering over me.
“My turn?” I ask with a smirk.
He smiles back, his eyes completely blissed out, sweat beading across his forehead. “Yeah, it’s your turn.”
Chapter 12
Jett
Wesshakesunderneathme,his taste exploding in my mouth. I swallow him down, licking him clean, then lift on my hands to stare at him. His eyes are squeezed tight, his chest heaving like he just ran a sprint. Sweat trails down his temples, and he looks as wrecked as I feel.
“Fuck,” he groans as he opens his eyes, blinking up at me. He’s completely blissed out, his cheeks flushed, his lips bruised and swollen from going down on me. “Shit, that was…” He wipes a trembling hand across his face.
“You okay?” All my insecurities come rushing back. Was it too much? Did I read him wrong? Was he not ready for this after all? He seemed into it, but I got so caught up in blowing him that I completely forgot to check in. I forgot how new to this he is. Everything just disappeared around me, and for a little while, my head was silent other than his sounds, his taste, and how he felt underneath me.
He laughs, his lips curling into a sated smile. “Define okay. Fuck running. I’ve found where your real talent lies.” He biteshis lip, then shudders as small aftershocks of his orgasm move through his body.
How is he so fucking on board with everything? I know it’s not a front. He really is this‘dive right in at the deep end’kind of guy.I have a feeling his parents are great. You only grow up to be this confident and at peace with yourself if you’re loved unconditionally.
I pull away from him, sitting on my haunches. “Why aren’t you freaking out?”
Wes lifts himself on his elbows and looks down at his flaccid, spent cock resting against his thick thigh. I focus on his tan line, where the sun-kissed skin collides with the pale skin closer to his crotch. “About this?”
