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He strokes gently.
“Now that I know what that feels like, you ready for me to blow your mind?”
He doesn’t wait for a response, just locks his lips back around my shaft and gets to work, his tongue gliding along the base as he offers a little suction. My hips jerk forward as he takes me even farther back.
“Oh, A,” escapes my mouth as another surge of energy radiates through me. His tongue and mouth keep busy like he won’t be satisfied until he’s pleasured every nerve.
I’m fucking shaking, in sensory overload as his hand joins his efforts, syncing with his mouth as he explores his new talent…and yes, it is a fucking talent.
“That’s good, Atlas,” I admit.
I lean back more on the arm of the couch, and my hand gravitates to him, resting on his shoulder, my thumb rubbing his neck gently, some instinctive thank-you for his hard work.
Ripples of sensation course through me. My cheeks are getting even warmer; although now it’s not from embarrassment.
My balls tighten up.
Atlas places his free hand against the side of my thigh, gripping as his movements speed up.
Fuck, my cock’s like a rock inside his mouth. I don’t remember ever having been this stiff, and I never would have imagined my straight-maybe, not-so-straight-maybe, I-don’t-even-fucking-know stepbrother would be the one driving me crazy like this.
As he picks up the pace, another burst of energy moves from my lower back to my cock, a familiar urgency.
His mouth drops my dick once again, and he jerks it with his hand as he buries his face against my balls, his tongue even more eagerly exploring them than he had my cock.
He’s an animal, just going on lust and instinct, feral in his desire as he acquaints himself with my body.
I slide back onto the arm of the couch, relaxing my ass against it as he probes, his tongue familiarizing itself with my flesh, hot breath rushing against my skin.
“That’s right,” he says. “Just sit back and let me do the work. You won, I lost. That’s how it goes.”
There’s something almost sinister in the way he says that, like he has wicked plans for my dick. He shifts closer, and I canfeel his legs pushing my pants, still locked around my ankles, until they’re against the couch.
Soon, his lips are back around my shaft, syncing with his hand again.
Feels like Atlas’s mouth is built for my cock, like every movement he makes is somehow coded for this as waves of pleasure shoot through me, converging at the crown of my head.
My body reverberates. I lie back on the arm of the couch, enjoying thesmacksandclicksof his lips as he savors my dick, alternating between sucking and licking. Life is rarely kind, so when it is, I feel like I have to soak it up, absorb as much of the experience as I can.
I guess Atlas isn’t about to let me question his commitment to his work because he finally releases his grip on my cock and hooks his arms under my thighs, forcing my cock to the back of his throat.
As he rests a hand on my abs, I run my fingers against the side of his head, caressing his cheek with my thumb. And as though my encouragement fuels him even more, he keeps going at my cock like he’s got something to prove, taking it as far back as he can. Which I have to admit is an impressive skill and not something most guys would attempt, let alone if they didn’t have experience with a cock.
“Fuck, Atlas,” I call out, throwing my head back against the couch, lost in the sensations overtaking me. Lost to sparking nerves and gasps as though I’m coming up for air as my little Titan worships my cock with his mouth.
I’m so into the experience that when it feels like some of my senses return to me, I realize I’m running my fingers through his hair, massaging the back of his head.
I’m climbing quickly, my body pushing for release, when he lets my dick, wet with his saliva, fall against my abs, then runshis tongue along the bottom, up and down…like it’s his goal to torture me, which is apt.
“Tell me how wrong you were,” he says, his hot breath slamming against my dick.
“What?” I’m barely able to think straight.
“You thought I’d be shit at this, but I’m not. I wanna hear you admit it.”
I chuckle. “You’re better than you have any right to be,” is as much as I’m willing to give him. I gaze down at him. He wears a sneaky expression as he continues running his tongue along my cock…just tormenting me.
“Don’t play. I told you I’d blow you, but I never said I’d let you finish.” He continues teasing with his tongue.
