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My resistance is shot. Grasping his ass in my palms, I hoist him up into my arms and start to move through the house. I’ve never carried a man before, and yet it feels oddly normal to have his legs locked around my waist as we head to the bedroom. That’s the thing about being with Merrick; something that could feel wrong, feels so damn right.
We fall onto the bed together and my mouth grinds against his in a kiss that’s rough and raw and dirty. We separate only when it’s required to remove clothing, and once we’re both blissfully naked I resume my spot on top of him once again.
Tipping my hips up, our cocks slide together in a delicious tango of hot, damp flesh. We’re both spilling precum as I take the two of us in hand and start to stroke. My head is dizzy, not from the effects of the little alcohol I consumed, but rather from this man and how in tune his body is with mine. If there is such a thing as two people being combustible, we’re it.
Dragging my mouth from his, I kiss my way over his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. Merrick’s fingers grasp my head and he cries out when my tongue dances over one nipple. I had no idea a man could be as responsive as a woman when teased there, but clearly I’ve been mistaken.
I press hot kisses against his pecs, his abs, his hip bones. For once I’m not worrying about what might happen. I’m fixating solely on what makes me feel good and what brings him pleasure.
“Baby…you don’t have to,” he whispers, though the strain in his voice and the pressure of his hands says otherwise.
I want to.God, do I want to. I have no idea if the whole thing will turn me off, but I have to try. Knowing how amazing it felt to have his mouth around me, I want to reciprocate.
My hand is shaking when I grasp his shaft, pressing a tentative, soft kiss to the underside. He groans, hips tipping up slightly, yearning for more. His skin is warm, silky like velvet, hard like steel. The same as mine, but different.Better.So much better.
I continue to press my lips against his flesh, watching in awe as precum drips steadily from the end. My mouth waters to taste him, to learn all the forbidden truths about pleasing a man. My tongue shoots out, catching the wetness, letting his flavor dance on my tongue.
I am instantly and completely desperate for more.
My mouth opens around the end of his cock as I slide him past my lips and onto my tongue. He groans again, only this time it’s louder and sounds slightly pained. Having experienced this myself just last week, I can far too easily recall the beauty of the pleasure-pain to come.
“That’s it….ah…so damn good.”
Sucking him deeper, I take him all the way to the back of my throat, gagging slightly before I pull back. I’m sure there’s an art to all this; a learning curve, if you will. I try my best, doing the things I know I prefer when getting head; alternating flicks of my tongue with deep, firm sucks.
“Just like that….don’t stop.”
I want to laugh with relief….like I could or would ever stop now. No fucking way. I’m seeing this through, I’m taking internal notes for the next time, and I’m mere seconds away from coming myself, without even needing to be touched.
Taking him deep, I attempt to open my throat, and sadly gag once more. Pissed at myself, I try again, and damn if my eyes don’t water profusely. I’m tempted to raise the white flag, cry uncle, and then I feel Merrick’s palm against the side of my face, his whispered words, “Hey…look at me.” I lift my eyes to his, keeping my mouth wrapped around his flesh. “Make this good for you too. Don’t force it.” I give him a hard suck, then lick up and down the shaft to tease. He grins at me. “You’re better at this than you give yourself credit for.” Propped up on his elbows to watch me, his head drops back on a moan. “I love seeing my cock in your mouth.”
His dirty talk gives me shivers, though I’m anything but cold. Sweat beads against my forehead as I take him deep once more. I know what to expect this time, and I make a valiant effort to open my throat and pull him in a little further. His dick swells even thicker, the moaning becomes louder, and I consider that I’m not even nervous about the thought that he’s going to come in my mouth. I want him. I want all of him. The time for turning back ended weeks ago.
“Pull off, babe.” I glance up at him again, take in his flushed cheeks and the feral look in his eyes. Decision made.
I palm his balls gently, giving them a firm squeeze as I deep throat once again. The sounds coming from his mouth are almost as sensual as the act itself. He’s a man on the very edge of sanity, teetering there aimlessly, waiting to be pushed off into the abyss.
Tightening my lips, I grasp the base with my hand and alternate sucking and stroking. I’ve barely begun when he mumbles a handful of garbled words, and suddenly my mouth is flooded with his release. The taste is foreign, but not unwelcome, and I savor the flavor of him and swallow. Another hot stream hits my tongue and suddenly I’m filled with a sense of triumph. I did this. I brought this amazing man to his knees, stripping him emotionally and physically bare. The sense of awe that comes over me is surprising. I never imagined this act could be so sensual, yet equally fulfilling in such a complete way. I’m stunned.
I pull my mouth free, sitting back on my heels and sucking in great gulps of air. Merrick gives me the same lazy smile he did outside the bar, but I’m fully aware his buzz has nothing to do with alcohol this time.
He smirks at me, eyes rolling over my body. “You are ever surprising, you know that Mr. Morgan?” I offer him a shrug, too tense with the need for release to make words come out of my mouth. “May I reciprocate?” It’s my turn to smirk, and I shoot him a look with brows raised that sayswhat the hell do you think?
Moving quickly, he shifts to knees and leans down over me, taking my cock all the way to back of his throat. Grasping his head with my palms, I take over, controlling the speed and movement, the depth. I’m gone….so far gone….desperate for release. I take my day-long frustration out on his mouth, plummeting deep again and again, moaning loudly when he swallows around my girth.
“Ah…fuck!” I shout loudly as my body takes over, coming so hard that my vision grows hazy. The orgasm is full-bodied, tingling shards of pleasure all the way to my toes. I shoot twice more before the fogginess begins to fade. My heart beats furiously in my ears, the taste of him still on my tongue as I gasp for breath.
Falling down to the mattress, he rolls toward me, curling up against my sweaty body. There is so much that is perfect about the two of us. This moment. The feel of his skin against my own. The softness of his lips as they meet mine. The easy way our hands come together, as if the idea of being physically separated is painful.
I may have been a lousy husband. I sure as hell was never allowed to be any kind of father. I’ve been a mediocre employee and a less than reliable son and brother. But right here, right now, I’m his man and he is mine. What we have with one another…it’s beautiful. It’s everything.
