I try to read the intent behind those playful eyes, but I have to let my head fall back when he licks at the root of my dick, squeezing at the top in a way I appreciate like hell. So much so that before I know it, I’m almost all the way hard. Again.
“Already?” Dean scoffs. “How long has it been?”
I don’t have the strength to look him in the eye, so I settle for talking at the ceiling. “Since my last nut, or my last blowjob?”
“Either?”
“Way too long, for both of those.” I wave around, trying to find his body before finally making contact with a shoulder. “Hold up. It’s not fair if I just lie back and do nothing.”
“Hey, I don’t mind. But if youneedto do something, maybe jerk me until you’re ready to go again?”
I nod, propping myself up on my elbows, only to be reminded that he hasn’t even taken his pants off yet.
Asshole. I wanna see what he’s working with.
So I push myself forward and yank at the drawstring. He chuckles, rolling over, which prompts me to tug his sweats clean off of those strong legs.
Holy hell, he’s pretty—hard, thick as hell, and leaking precum onto his stomach like there’s no tomorrow.
He’s got the wrong idea if he thinks I’m going to stop at jerking him off. If there’s one thing anyone should know about me, it’s that I match whatever energy I’m given. Dean didn’t push me to reciprocate before I was ready—he’s a kind guy, and I can be one, too.
And to me, that means sucking him as far into my mouth as far as I can take it.
“Mmm. Come here.” I wet my lips, leaning down and wrapping a hand around his length.
He bites down on his own lips as I stroke. When his eyes are closed and when he’s least expecting it, I gulp in a hefty breath before engulfing the head of his cock.
“Shit, Nick!” he yells, bucking his hips up and making my lips open even more. “Sorry. I couldn't help it?—”
I cut him off by inhaling a deep breath through my flared nostrils and giving him a stronger suck. My unpracticed jaw throbs at how wide it's stretching, but I persevere and lower myself a little further down, emulating the same kind of tongue action Dean gave me, flicking at the underside and curling up.
He must like it, if the strangled, elated noises he’s making are anything to go off of.
One look at his shaking, quivering form is all the confirmation I need. He nods silently when I jack the base, and when I lick up the underside, his silence breaks in a deep, muttered curse that brings me back to full mast.
“Jesus, Nick.” His voice is thick with pure arousal. “This is amazing.”
What’ll be amazing is if he comes in my mouth like I want him to, so I give him another hard suck that sends his eyes rolling.
“Fuck, can I touch you?” he pleads, and I pause, flicking my eyes up at his wrecked face. “Maybe we can sixty-nine?”
Even though my dick jumps at the thought, a cursory stroke confirms it’s not quite ready for more.
“Sure. But not with my dick," I start. “I’m still a little sensitive, but maybe…”
I shouldn’t ask for too much, too soon. This is the first time I’m having sex in ages, the first time I’mlikingit inyears, and I can’t ruin it by being a greedy fuck.
“Maybe what?” Dean runs his fingers through my hair. “I’m good to do anything you want to.”
My heart skips. He might just be saying that because it sounds hot or something. What I want is a pretty big step, and who even knows if Dean would want to…
“...go for the, uh, back there?”
His mouth falls open, those plush lips curving up. “No shit. Nick. You’d better not be kidding.”
“I’m not!” I protest. “Like, don’t get me wrong, I’ll suck you off from here if that’s what you want, but if you’d rather?—”
“I’d rather you sit on my face. God, do you haveany ideahow much I want that?”
