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“Jesus fucking Christ.” He mumbles, and closes his eyes again.
When I lower back down, though, I’ve barely wrapped my lips around him before I feel his fingers slide into my hair. If my mouth wasn’t already occupied, I would smile. Settling in, I spend a little time lapping up precum from his tip, savoring the taste.There is no way I’m pulling off when he comes. I squeeze my hand gently around his base, sliding my mouth a little lower, and am rewarded with a slight tug of my hair.
I have to open my mouth wide to go further, and gag when he hits the back of my throat unexpectedly. Adjusting the angle of my head, I try again. I get a little farther this time, and even further on the next try. Above me, Nigel is muttering in rapid French; I hope he’s not telling me what to do, because my limited knowledge of the language does not yet include instructions on how to give head properly.
I try to settle into a rhythm, but it’s hard to breathe and I have to go slow. Even with the glacial pace, my eyes are watering from the effort it takes to repress my gag reflex. I retreat almost all the way, and then trace my tongue around the sensitive head of his dick. His hips rise off the bed involuntarily, and his fingers tighten in my hair. I feel a heady surge of desire; I had thought giving a blowjob would make me feel submissive, but it’s the exact opposite. Moaning, I hollow my cheeks and dive downwards once more.
“Make that noise again.” Nigel requests, voice thready. I acquiesce, taking as much of him into my mouth as I can. He groans in response, and the hand on the bed moves to my shoulder, gripping tight. “You can…use your teeth.”
Teeth?Up until now I’d been practically dislocating my jaw with the effort ofnotusing my teeth. Carefully, I close my mouth a bit and scrape my teeth up his shaft. His hips twitch, one solid thrust upward into my mouth, and I hear him mutter a string ofdésolés.Enjoying the response that evoked, I do it again. And again. Nigel is panting, fingers clenching and unclenching on the back of my head; I realize I don’t even need a warning, knowing he’s close to orgasm just by the sound he’s making.
“Corwin.” He doesn’t tug on my hair to lift me off of him, so I don’t bother stopping. “You can pull off.”
No, thank you.I tighten my grip on him, adjusting the angle of my hand. He was able to give me a good thirty seconds of notice, so I’m more than ready when I feel the first warm spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. Eyes watering, I moan at the intoxicating taste and try to swallow around his dick. It’s a lot, but I keep sucking until I feel him beginning to soften in my mouth.
Moving my hand back to the top of his thigh, I slowly pull away. My knees fucking hurt, so I sit back onto the floor and swipe a hand across the moisture under my eyes. My butt has barely touched the ground before Nigel’s hands wrap around my biceps, and he tugs me to my feet. Turning me, he pushes me back against the wall with athump, cups my face with his hands, and shoves his tongue down my throat. It’s not kissing so much as devouring, and I gasp, trying to keep up.
Eventually, his mouth separates from mine, though he leaves a bare inch of space between our lips. I suck in as many deep breaths as I can, woozy with desire. My heart is pounding, and I’m grateful for the wall at my back, helping me remain standing. Nigel’s body is pressed against me, one palm flat on the wall, the other tucked into the crook of my shoulder. Both of us are gasping, and it takes several long moments before I can speak.
“Was that—” I don’t get the chance to finish before Nigel’s palm against my cheek pushes my mouth back to his.
“Corwin.” He groans.Goddamn I love the way he says my name.
We stand there, Nigel’s flushed body keeping me pressed against the wall, foreheads resting together. I’m so aroused by this point, if he so much as looks at my dick, I’m going to explode. When he finally does step back, he doesn’t go far. I look at him greedily. His chocolate brown eyes are still close enough to mine that I can see each individual eyelash, and his hair is mussed where I ran my fingers through it. I hadn’t even realized I was doing it.
“Well then.” I clear my throat. Nigel places both hands on my hips, glancing down. I’m painfully hard, desire coursing through my body and making me lightheaded.
“Go lay down on the bed.” He says, quietly. His accent turns the words into something downright filthy.
He keeps one hand on the small of my back, walking over to the bed. I’ve barely laid down before he crawls on top of me, and fuses his mouth to mine. He uses his thumb to angle my chin into the air and scrapes his teeth over my throat; desperately, I rock my hips upward, searching for his. He’s moving excruciatingly slow, kissing his way down my chest. When I try to arch my back again, he reaches down to place a hand flat on my abdomen, holding me in place.
“Patience.” He chides me, nipping gently at my pec.
Instead of moving faster, he slows further. I tangle my fingers in his hair and close my eyes. He alternates between kissing, licking, and using his teeth on every inch of skin, lingering when I have a pronounced reaction. When he finally reaches my groin, every nerve ending in my torso is on fire; I’m also still wearing my fucking boxers. Reaching down, I try to push them down my hips, but Nigel catches my hands and places them on the bed.
“Not yet.” He says, mouthing me through the fabric.
His lips are on my inner thigh, and I feel like I could crawl out of my skin. If his mouth ever does make it to my dick, I’m probably going to embarrass myself. I’ve got the bedsheets clenched in my fists when he finally steps off the bed, lifts my hips, and slides my boxers off. Leaning over me, he places a palm on the center of my chest. I wonder if he can feel how fast my heart is beating.
“What do you want, mon amour?”
“You.” I answer, without thinking. His gaze is affectionate as he smiles down at me. I take a shaky breath. “Sorry, that wasn’t what you were asking. Uhm…and what is it, that you’re asking?”
“I could give you a blowjob.”
“Okay.”
“Or we could try rimming, if you wanted.” Nigel stares down at me, waiting for me to answer. He likely thinks I’m considering my options. Probably best to be honest with him.
“I don’t know what that means.” I say, embarrassed by the fact. He doesn’t laugh.
“Rimming is when your partner uses their mouth and tongue on your ass.”
Surprised, I widen my eyes. He’s still above me, hand warm on my chest.Does he really want to do that?“Is that… I mean, does that…” I have no idea what I’m asking. Thankfully, Nigel does.
“It feels good. Really good.”
“Oh. But is it good foryou?” I doubt he would offer if he didn’t truly want to do it, but I’m skeptical. “Do you like doing that?”
