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And if the swelling in his sweatpants was any indication, he wanted me, too.
I’d reached the waistband of his sweatpants with my kisses, and I spread my hands across his abdomen, gently, carefully, trying to avoid bruises, but feeling the warmth and softness of his skin, the firmness of muscle and bone beneath.
I looked up at him, my fingers stopping at the drawstring of his pants, waiting to see what he wanted me to do.
He brought his free hand down and undid the tie himself.
I caught his fingers and brought them to my mouth before drawing two of them past my lips.
The breath he sucked in was heavy with lust and surprise.
But his fingers weren’t what I wanted in my mouth.
I let his hand go and turned my attention to his pants, pulling down the knit fabric and damn near groaning when I discovered that he hadn’t bothered putting on underwear.
I eased him over the elastic waistband, pushing it a little down his hips, but I was too impatient to bother taking them all the way off. He was thicker than me, the skin of his cock a dusky brown darker and deeper in tone than the rest of him. My mouth watered, and I shifted so that I could kneel with my shoulders between his thighs, sliding my hand into his sweatpants so I could cup his soft testicles as I drew his cock into my mouth.
Fingers gripped my hair, then caught in the strands held tight against my skull by the braid.
I pulled away, impatient, and tugged out the tie holding my hair, letting it fall around my shoulders before turning back to what I wanted to be doing.
The white strands, loose now, fell in a curtain around my face as I sucked his hard heat into my mouth, laving the head with my tongue, my fingers teasing the base of his sac.
His hand came back to my head, this time deliberately twisting in my hair, and I couldn’t help the groan that vibrated through my throat, drawing a gasp from Taavi. He spread his legs a little wider, and I sucked harder as I felt the muscles of his thighs tremble on either side of me.
I took the base of his cock in one hand, sliding my lips and tongue over him as I played with the contrasting texture between his rigid erection and the balls hanging beneath it. My own ached, confined by my jeans and boxer briefs, and I ground into the futon, desperate for any sort of friction as I licked and sucked.
Taavi’s fingers released and regripped in my hair, the pull against my scalp sending tingles through my nerve endings.
I’d never known I liked having my hair pulled, butfuck.
He did it again, and I moaned around his cock, humping the goddamn futon like a horny teenager.
And then Taavi pulled my hairhard,yanking my head back away from him.
I moaned again as he let go of my hair and grabbed my shirt, pulling my mouth back to his, nipping at my lower lip with his teeth, my hands skimming along his sides.
Then he let go of my shirt, putting his hand between us to undo the button on my jeans.
Holy fuck.
He pulled my hips to his, one-handed, and I shifted so that my hands were planted on either side of his head, my hair falling around us as he took both our cocks in his hand.
I groaned at the feel of his rough palm and the heat and silkiness of his cock rubbing against mine.
He stroked us both, the speed and rhythm of it telling me that he was as tightly-wound as I was, my heart hammering in my throat as my hips ground against his, seemingly of their own accord. My breath hitched as his fingers tightened, a small furrow appearing between his eyes, his chin lifted and lips parted.
Fuck. Fuck, yes.
His hand sped up between us, our hips rocking together, and, looking down into those mismatched eyes, I saw the moment his pupils dilated just a little farther, heard the catch in his breath, then felt the slick heat as he came, his hand pumping along both our lengths.
I looked down and saw the thick creaminess of his come on the flushed pink of my arousal, and it undid me, my orgasm throbbing through me from my belly to my tightened balls to my pulsing cock as I came into Taavi’s stroking hand.
I don’t know how long it took me to regain my breath, my arms shaking a little as I rested my forehead against his.
Then I got myself together and stood, Taavi’s eyes watchful and uncertain. I wanted to fix that, but both of us would be happier cleaned up.
I took his face in my hands and kissed his nose. “Stay here.”
