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I puffed up the pillow behind my head, looking down at him, my eyes dancing across his face. “Like, in a good way though, right?”
“In the best fucking way,” he said, and I could tell that he meant every word.
I reached down and ran my fingers through his soft, dark hair as he lowered again toward my dick. I stroked my fingertips through his hair slowly as he finally took my tip inside his mouth, pushing past his lips.
“Oh, fuck,” I said under my breath.
In that quick moment I knew my addiction to Charlie was only going to get worse. Exponentially worse. Like, I fucking need this every day of my life levels of worse.
Screw whatever I’d fantasized about. This was better.
I groaned deeply as his mouth sank down onto my cock, covering me in a rush of heat. Every time I’d gotten blow jobs from girls in the past, I’d had a quiet nagging in my head the whole time, hoping that they weren’t just doing it as a favor, wondering if they were grossed out.
I had none of those fears with Charlie. He started sucking my dick slowly and teasingly, letting himself linger on each inch, his tongue swirling around on the delicate skin. My eyes were glued to him, the dark tufts of his hair falling in different directions as it brushed along the inside of my thighs. His lips looked obscene, slicked with spit and sliding over my cock.
I could feel a mounting wave forming in the root of my groin and for a moment I freaked out, thinking I might be about to lose control so soon after he’d started. My hips bucked upward involuntarily and he glanced up at me from under his lashes, coming off of my dick with a little wet pop.
“Doing okay?” he asked.
“Good. All good. Yep,” I said, barely able to form words. Charlie had taken his lips off of my cock for a moment but his thumb still remained there, swirling on the wet tip, and that slight tease was almost as much of a turn-on as his mouth had been.
Holy hell. I pulled in shaky breath after shaky breath, trying to keep my composure as he hummed, going back down to take me in his mouth again.
I didn’t give a damn what I was anymore—straight, bi, gay, it didn’t matter. I was into him. Any doubt of that was long since dead.
I swallowed as I watched him pull off my cock and then slide my tip along his wet lips, sucking a little kiss there.
“If I let you come,” he murmured, his eyes steady on mine, “you promise to get some good sleep, right?”
“Fuck, shut up about the sleep,” I hissed.
“Never. You need it.”
I groaned.
“Say it,” he told me, and the explicit command in his voice made my cock throb.
“Put my cock in your mouth again, and then maybe I’ll say it,” I teased.
“Say it,” he repeated simply, not letting me win. For fuck’s sake, he was even hot when he was trying to tell me I needed sleep, and that wasn’t something I could comprehend. He could have asked me to do anything in that moment and I’d have complied.
“Yes.” My voice came out as a hoarse whisper. “I’ll sleep very, very well after this. Right next to you.”
A satisfied smolder settled in his eyes. “Good.”
When he sucked me off again neither one of us held back anymore. It felt more like I was fucking his mouth than just getting blown, and my hips started to rock upward again, like I wasn’t really in control of them at all.
For a while before this, I’d wondered if I was maybe broken, somehow, every time I’d hooked up with people in the past. Like I was never fully in the moment, always hovering somewhere above, observing my sexual pleasure from some detached place.
This was the opposite in every possible way.
I was right here with Charlie.
My legs started to wobble and shake as he pushed me closer to the breaking point, and I was reduced to nothing but sensation. It was his fingertips, gripping my thighs with one hand and gently cupping my balls with the other. His lips, sliding over every inch of me, brushing over the tip and back down again. And that tongue. That fucking tongue that I wanted all over my body now. My mouth, my skin, my cock, anywhere.
“I’m close,” I uttered, my voice low and gravelly. “Really fucking close—”
Charlie hummed around me, popping off for one second and giving me a lazy smile. “I know.”
His words were the last push I needed to send me over the edge. The moment his lips were on my cock again, my back arched involuntarily and I lost it. I didn’t want to come—I needed it, deep in every cell of my damn body.
