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I groan when our leaking cocks come into contact. “Fuck,” I breathe. “I want to do everything with you. I can’t even remember what I was thinking a minute ago.”

“It’ll come to you,” he says teasingly. “Or we’ll do something else. I don’t care as long as it involves getting to come.”

His big cock rocks against mine, and that’s when I remember. I kiss over his mouth and down his neck. “Oh, I remember now,” I say, my voice husky as I kiss down over his chest and his stomach as I kneel at his feet and wrap my hand around him. He jolts in surprise, his big dick sliding through my hand as he thrusts into my grasp.

“Oh, fuck.”

I lean in, looking at the fluid collecting along his slit. “I want to taste you.” I say wickedly, looking up at him from my knees as I lick the sticky, salty liquid. “Fuck, I knew you’d taste good.”

“Holy shit,” he breathes.

I continue to taste him, using my hand to stroke him as I lick and suck on the tip of his cock, my own dick jumping with each moan I pull from him. I’m not confident in my skills just yet—I mean his dick is by far the largest I’ve seen up close—but that doesn’t mean I don’t try like hell to fit as much of it into my mouth as I can, gripping the base of him and licking and sucking as I go.

I trace the long vein on the underside all the way up to the head and suck hard, my own dick throbbing, precum trickling down my shaft. I want relief, but I want to make him come more. My other hand rests on one firm ass cheek, pulling him into me. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come,” he pants, his ass flexing under my palm as his cock jerks in my grip.

I slide down onto his cock as much as I can, my lips stretching, tears coming to my eyes as my lips meet my hand that’s wrapped around him, not pulling off. I want to taste him—all of him. The first spurt of cum startles me, hitting the back of my throat, but I work through it, relaxing my throat and swallowing around him as he thrusts into my mouth and unloads.

I swallow as much as I can, the sticky liquid sliding past my lips and down his shaft. I use it to stroke him through his orgasm as his knees shake and I have to hold him up. When I lick him clean, he drops to his knees, grabbing my face in his hands and kissing the hell out of me, no doubt tasting himself.

His big hand reaches between us, and he’s stroking me with a firm, sure grip that nearly makes my eyes cross. I was already close to coming just from making him come, so it only takes a few strokes before I’m crying out, my cum covering his hand. He kisses me hard and strokes me until I’m too sensitive to stand it. And then my cock jerks hard, trying to come back to the life way too fast when he brings his hand up to his lips and licks the cum from his palm.

“Fuuuuck,” I gasp, watching him.

He licks his hand clean and then leans in and kisses me again, feeding me my own flavor mixed with his. It’s so fucking good.

Everything with him is so fucking good.

CHAPTER TWENTY

calvin

We have the flap at the top of the tent open, so we can see the stars above us through the black mesh above.

My heart is still racing as we lie there, flat on our backs, and look up at the dark sky with bright, twinkling stars.

His mouth on me is almost indescribable. I never thought I’d get that—I mean maybe I did, but it was going to be way, way, way in the future. But never now. I never saw this coming. My mind is reeling. “What are you thinking?”

He lets his head loll to the side to look at me, and I do the same, my eyes locking on his. “I think you blew my mind.”

He laughs, his shoulders shaking. “When I blew you.”

I roll my eyes, pretending to be annoyed by the corny joke, but I fail when a laugh slips out from between my lips. “Yes. When you blew me. I didn’t know you um . . .”

“I what?” he asks, clearly curious.

“Didn’t know you knew how to do that.”

He snorts, but I don’t think he’s making fun of me. “Yeah well, I haven’t had ton of practice and definitely not with anything so damn big. I thought my jaw might fall off, and I didn’t even get half of it inside.”

Not gonna lie, hearing him say he’s done that to other guys makes me jealous beyond words, but hearing that none of them measured up to me—yeah, that helps. I’m simple that way, I guess.

“Stop smirking.” He slaps my bare chest with his hand, and I laugh again.

“Can’t help it.”

“Yeah, don’t actually stop smirking. I’ll take a smile from you any time I can.”

I love and hate when he says things like that to me. Like a smile or laugh from me is some sort of reward.