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“Get down on your knees, Ash,” he whispered against my ear, his torso pressing hard against mine. He kissed my cheek as I obeyed and lowered myself, dragging my face hard against his chest and stomach until it was level with his crotch. “I want to see your lips around my cock,” he purred. “I want my dick in your sexy mouth, Ash. I want to feel your throat close around it.”
My throat closed at his words already. My heart pounded against my ribcage as I tugged his shorts down.
“Easy,” he said after sucking air between his teeth. He stuck a thumb inside his shorts and lifted the waistband off his cock.
I thought my heart would explode. I thought I would collapse and faint with the excitement that was going off inside of me. This was real. It was here and now and so much better than any crazy fantasy I had lived with for years. It was worth every pull in this tug-of-war we’d played and every delay that had come our way.
I dragged his shorts off, revealing his incredibly hard length. After a year of carefully dressing and undressing away from me in the locker room, I finally saw him. And I saw him in all his glory. He was as big and as thick as I had dreamed. The head was swollen and gleaming with precum. A sizable vein ran along the center of his dick as it curved right. The happy trail that started under his belly button led to a fine, cropped bush around the base of his thickness, and his smooth balls hung heavy between his legs.
My mouth watered just from looking at it.
As I lifted my gaze along the ridges between his abs and the round, hard pecks of his chest, Jordan put a big hand on my face. Our gazes met and my mouth opened wide for him.
“Just like that,” he urged me. “Let me see how you suck a cock, Ash.”
A shiver ran down my spine and my dick pulsed at his words. I opened my mouth wider, and he took his cock by the base, a whole fist closing around it and leaving well over a half for me to taste.
“And don’t make a sound,” he reminded me in the lowest, sexiest whisper just as his precum-dripping cock touched the tip of my tongue. The flavor caused something to explode inside of me. A blast of heat spread through all parts of my body as the sweet and salty drops touched my tongue.
I loosened my throat and leaned forward, looking at him just the same, my eyes innocent and pleading. As he inserted himself deeper, I stopped breathing. It was an instinct and I got over it after a few heartbeats. Inhaling through my nose, I savored the scent of his musk mixed with his body wash.
Though my palms were slick and my fingers trembled with excitement, I made sure my lips folded over my teeth for his comfort and my tongue pressed gently against the underside of his dick. As I sealed my lips around him, sucking the air out of my mouth, his face contorted in pure pleasure.
My right hand was on his upper leg, but my left moved to feel my aching dick over my underwear. Jordan sucked his teeth twice and I was shocked at how quickly my hand snapped away from my dick. “That’s mine,” he reminded me in a dark voice. “No touching until I say so.”
If he could be any sexier, that did it. My mind spun as I leaned in, taking him deeper into my mouth and feeling his fist move gently to my lips, then drag back to the base. He reached to my throat before removing his hand and putting both on each side of my face. A shiny layer of perspiration covered him. He rose to his toes and I spread my knees a little more, bending forward, lifting my head to give him an excruciating angle. He fucked my throat from above, whispering profanities for my ears only. “Such a sexy mouth for fucking,” he stated.
I lusted after him more than I had lusted for anyone in my life. More than on the long, hot summer nights when desire kept me awake and sweating as I stroked myself for some slice of relief I could afford. This was real. This was my Jordan in all the ways that mattered.
His fingers twined on the back of my head and he rammed into my throat until I gagged and tears brimmed in my eyes. Down the left side of my face, one trickled, and Jordan brushed it away with his thumb, keeping his dick lodged deep in my throat. A panic sound cracked from my throat and he pulled himself out almost all the way. I breathed through my nose, my lips sealing around the tip of his cock, saliva slick on my chin. I sucked him for his pleasure and mine, tasting him and feeling all of him with my tongue. I memorized what he tasted like and what he felt like. I knew how big he was in my mouth and how deep he could go.
He ran his hands through my hair, swinging on his hips to penetrate my throat at a steady pace. “Just like that,” he whispered. “So talented. Such a beautiful cocksucker.” There was no mistaking the praise in his words. What surprised me was how deeply I had craved to hear those words and never knew until he said them.
I was eager to prove myself. I knew how to make him happy. I knew where to circle with the tip of my tongue to make him breathless and how hard to suck to make him throb.
“Fuck,” he grunted, almost inaudibly, against the silence in the house. “Does it turn you on?” he whispered. His dick slipped all the way out, and I gasped for air, my lungs burning. Only now I realized that I had been barely breathing. “Does sneaking around make you horny, Ash?” The fire in his eyes blazed as he pressed his big dick against my face. He rubbed it carelessly, smearing my saliva over my face until his balls pressed hard against my parted lips.
I licked him, widening my mouth to suck them in. He swung back before I could, an amused smirk touching his lips.
“It makes me horny,” I admitted and realized just how true it was. What a fucked up guy I had to be to feel something like that. But the years of living next to Adonis himself had inevitably shaped me. Who could blame me? “It turns me on so hard, Jordan.”
He ran his fingers through my hair over and over again. “Do you want more of my dick, Ash?”
If it was anyone else asking me, I would have been embarrassed by my unfiltered eagerness. But not Jordan. I wasn’t ashamed of the sin we equally shared. “Fuck my mouth, Jordan.”
“Get on the bed,” he whispered, helping me up. As I straightened, my knees wobbled, and Jordan held me close. His free hand rested on my crotch, and I found a pleased smile twisting his lips upward. “You’re such a sexy thing,” he said. “Lie down.”
“I didn’t…” I bit my lip. “I wasn’t expecting us to…”
He shook his head like it didn’t matter. “I won’t fuck you tonight, Ash. I’ll make it special. But I will fuck your mouth, baby boy. And I’ll make you come harder than you ever came in your life.”
If that wasn’t enough to strangle me, nothing would ever do it. But I wasn’t done getting choked. Jordan gestured to the bed and I obeyed. I lay down opposite the pillow, my head hanging from the edge, and the world turned upside down before me. Jordan’s legs appeared. Hair was thicker on the lower half of his legs than the upper, and the rares around his crotch. He was like the perfect example of masculinity. He was the very image of attractiveness. Or, more likely, he had shaped my idea of what a perfect man looked like.
Slowly, Jordan leaned down. “Open your sexy mouth, Ash,” he said, and I did. I opened it wide, shivering with excitement and nervousness. I had never been mouth-fucked like this. I had never sucked a dick this size, either. And I had never done it with someone whose opinion mattered to me.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could while Jordan punched his fists into the mattress on either side of my lean torso. He twisted his hips to the left to aim his curving dick just right, then thrust himself forward, impaling my head on his length. He didn’t go deep. Instead, he probed me, checking my limits and letting me adjust and relax.
Still, I felt like I could barely keep him in my mouth. But then it happened. As if some invisible wall had crumbled into dust, the barricades between us were gone. He impaled me hard and deep, sliding into my open, relaxed throat and filling me with such a sensation of excitement and accomplishment that I almost jerked upward. My body wiggled as joy coursed through my veins. My arms swept up and wrapped around his waist, pulling him in.
