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“Scream into that.”

I hold the pillow over my face as Lucien’s giant hand circles my dick and strokes slowly.

I feel a wet heat as he takes my tip into his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I moan into the pillow.

His tongue flicks against the sensitive part of my tip, and then he drags the flat part across my crown like it’s an ice cream cone.

He switches between broad licks and targeted fluttering with the tip of his tongue, and I’m in heaven.

Where did he learn how to do this? Who?

The realization that Lucien must have practiced with other people dawns on me. Jealousy surges through me. The years that all this could have been mine are gone, and the knowledge that someone else felt it first bursts in my chest.

I lift the pillow and watch him. He takes me all the way to the back of his throat, his hand stroking the base while his mouth swallows me down. The head of my cock hits his soft palate, and everything in me clenches. My balls draw up, tight and ready, my thighs tense around his shoulders.

When Lucien’s luminous eyes meet mine, with my cock buried to the base in his mouth, I unravel.

I come hard, pulsing down his throat. He swallows around me, without breaking eye contact, his hand stroking, working me through it. The fact that he’s watching me fall apart while swallowing my cum makes the orgasm crash through me harder.

I convulse a little, and he lays his arm across my stomach to hold me down.

My moans are audible now with the pillow gone, but I don’t care. I’m lost in the warm, orgasmic pleasure that diffuses any shame or self-consciousness.

Lucien still has me in his mouth, sucking me softly through the aftershocks. His skilled hand holds me at the base like he knows exactly how sensitive I am right now, exactly how to draw it out without overwhelming me.

When my cock softens, he pulls off with a wet sound.

I feel his hair and the weight of his head against my thigh. I can feel his hot breaths down there.

And I don’t know what to say.

I want to say thank you, but that’s so embarrassing.

Then he stands, and he’s so tall, immense.

And I think again about how Lucien has always been built like a man, stronger and bigger than all of us.

He starts to unbutton his jeans, and I can practically see my heartbeat pounding against my ribs.

Is he going to have me give him a blowjob? I wonder with horror. I have no idea how to do that. I can’t do it. I won’t do it.

Lucien pulls his jeans off and stands in his boxer briefs, revealing a massive tent.

Jesus, it’s huge.

He climbs up on the bed and lies down on the other side, his head against a pillow.

He pats the space next to him.

Still naked and self-conscious, I slink up to the side of the bed next to Lucien, covering myself with my hand.

Lucien looks down at my hand and says, “Cam, I’ve seen it all. I just had you in my mouth…”

I laugh, feeling stupid, and move my hand away.

Lucien leans sideways and kisses me on the temple.