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Blair keeps the movement going, rocking his ass back on my dick and letting his drenched cock make a mess of my stomach. Why is he so wet? My dick has never leaked as much as his, but now I’m thinking about how he dripped into my hand, how ready and willing he was for my touch.
I squeeze his ass and fit the tip of my soft dick between his cheeks, and I’m rewarded with Blair’s mouth coming down on mine hungrily.
“Do you want it?” He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and tugs.
“Want what?” I ask, half delirious from all the sensations.
He licks into my mouth and breathes a soft laugh that fills my chest with warmth and tightness. “Blowjob, A.”
I’m nodding because there’s no way I can make words. Not with how his body is plastered to mine, how his hands and mouth explore me and his ass makes me want. I’ve never wanted like this before.
“Do you want it now or after?” His lips trail kisses up the column of my neck, stopping at the juncture of my jaw and throat and flicking his tongue at my earlobe. Shudders travel through my shoulders and into my chest, my breaths coming out in shaky pants.
“What if I don’t…?” I can’t make myself say it. That I had to focus so hard in the past to keep myself aroused that it practically took away all the joy I’m supposed to feel from another person’s hand or mouth on me.
Blair searches my face, smoothes a thumb over my brow and smiles kindly. “No expectations here.” He kisses the corner of my lips. “Just my mouth. On your cock. As long as it feels good, and I’ll stop when you say stop.”
I want it. The thought has the synapses in my brain firing like it’s the fourth of July, and I’m at the center of the explosion. But there’s the real fear that maybe I won’t enjoy it. That even if my head is in the game, my body still won’t be interested, and then this whole experiment will be over.
I don’t want it to be over.
“Atlas.” His hands are on my face, bringing me back to the present and out of the chaotic worry in my head. “We don’t have to.”
“You’re hard.”
He shakes his head, kisses my cheek just below my eye. “Doesn’t matter. Not about me.”
Blair’s selflessness in the bedroom is an oddity. Every woman who has gone down on me or who offered in the heat of the moment and I refused expected the same treatment in return. Which sounds fair, but when you aren’t even remotely interested in either of the acts, you start to feel a little resentful.
I give him another slow nod, trailing my fingertips up his back and feeling fresh precum drip from his dick to my stomach. The sweats are doing fuck all for him anymore. “I’m not sure I can… um… in return.”
“No expectations,” he repeats. “You’ve done enough for me today. Now choose, A. Before or after you make your call?”
I grab my phone from where it’s lying beside me on the mattress, and my face flames at the thought that crosses my mind. Blair tips his head, brow pinched like he’s trying to read me, and maybe my eyes betray me, or maybe I want to welcome him into every recess of my soul. Either way, his lips part and his eyes widen, but the biggest, wickedest smile takes over his face.
“Oh. Naughty boy you are. Is that something you want to try?”
I’m not surprised he reads me so well, but that doesn’t mean embarrassment at the idea we’re both proposing isn’t lighting my nerves on fire.
“Ryder might not appreciate it.”
Blair presses his lips to my sternum, making me tremble, but when he goes to pull away I slip my fingers into his hair and urge him back down. His tongue swipes down my chest while he readjusts his body so he has access to my boxers.
“I’m going to do it,” he says, reaching into the opening and brushing his fingers over my cock. “Call if you want.”
He strokes me with a slow, loose grip, and it feels nice, but nothing that’s going to excite me. When his hand dips to my balls, rolling them and squeezing them gently, I lay my head back and stare at the ceiling.
I want to feel good, but my body isn’t listening. Before my throat can close up and tears can come to my eyes, I flick open my screen and find my brother’s number. I hit the call button before I can overthink, and at the same moment Blair pats my hip and I lift up so he can slip my boxers off.
Blair moans a soft sound, pushing his face between my open thighs and pressing his nose to my hip crease.
Fuck, okay, I feel that.
“Atlas.” My brother’s voice startles me, but it’s nothing compared to how my body reacts to Blair’s tongue running along the underside of my balls.
Oh. That feels good.
I close my eyes and press my lips together to hide the sound climbing up my throat when Blair sucks one of my balls into his mouth.
