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“Why is it so damn sexy seeing you in my clothes?”
I laugh. I think about his first night here in this apartment. Him wearing my clothes. It was different then. The mood. The reason. “I don’t know, but it’s pretty damn sexy wearing them, too.”
TJ unbuttons the pants, and slowly unzips, but doesn’t free my aching cock that is reaching for him as best it can while still confined by my briefs. TJ lets his hands travel down my legs, his fingertips bringing goosebumps to my entire body as he floats them across my skin. I step out of the trousers and wait while he places his hands behind my calves and squeezes. The kisses begin on the inside of my thigh, and he nudges my legs apart to gain better access.
“I thought I was supposed to be in charge,” I laugh and stroke my hands through his hair.
“Is that a complaint? Should I stop, sir?”
“You’ll be punished if you do.”
TJ looks up from under his lashes and bites his lower lip. “Hmmm…”
I smile again. I’m intrigued by his desire to push these boundaries. His desire for a safe word earlier…well we just might need to get to that. I will remind him he can say stop at any time. But I also don’t intend to go too far tonight. I just want to play with this man. I want to make him feel good. I want to make his desire to be with a man worth it. And I want inside of him. Badly.
He returns to his thigh kisses and nibbles and when he gets to my briefs; he nuzzles his nose against my fabric covered balls and inhales deeply, groaning in pleasure, sending a surge of heat through my body and flooding my already engorged cock.
“Take it out and do that again,” I snap. My hands clutching his hair. He shoves the briefs down now. No longer careful. I kick them off of my feet and place TJ’s face at my cock again.
He dodges the bouncing rod and does exactly as I demanded, places his nose and face between my legs, nuzzling against my balls and inhaling deeply.
Damn, that’s good. He lets his stubbly cheek scratch the side of my cock as he brings his face forward. He licks. He places his tongue along the base and licks the vein, and I can’t contain the little growl that escapes my mouth. He’s never done this before; I have to remind myself. Could have fooled me.
He looks to me, seeking approval and oh man, does he ever have it.
“Carry on,” I say, all the while, my hand remains loosely fisted in his thick hair, prepared to tighten the grip if I feel the need. Right now…this is all I need. Everything I need.
He paid attention during the blissful blow job I gave him, because he is continuing that languid lick along the vein and then lets my cock come to rest on his flattened-out tongue before he flicks the slit and wraps his lips around me.
“Fuuuuuckkk,” I hiss. I let him have the pace. He sucks me in slowly at first. It’s torture. Beautiful, mind-bending torture. I move my hips slightly, heading deeper to the back of his throat. He’s never done this before, virgin, virgin, virgin.
I’m not fragile, he told me.
But scaring him off before I even get near that ass of his is not what I want.
I move in and out slowly, reveling in the sounds of his licks and sucks and grunts. I’m so close to coming. He grabs my ass and pulls me close…then he does something unexpected. He pulls off of my cock with a soft pop and rocks back on his heels, clasps his hands behind his back and looks at me, mouth open, waiting….
“Do it,” he says. “Fuck my mouth…come down my throat…”
He doesn’t have to ask me again. My body is thrumming with excitement and the need, need, to come down this man’s throat. How long have I dreamed about this man’s mouth on me? I never imagined I would allow it, ever, and then when the friendship blossomed instead…well it was just a dream…a fantasy…. his mouth is the one I feel when close my eyes and Fynn sucks me off at the club. Fynn knows that.
But the real thing…TJ here in my bathroom asking me, pleading with me to fuck his face…I thrust into him again, hard…I hear him sputter slightly but he stays put, and receives my cock like he was born for it. Like he’s done it a thousand times before. I keep pumping…not letting him even think about his virgin status. Not letting myself think about it, either. Tears fill his eyes. One escapes down his cheek as I pump into him furiously, ready to unload into him…he will swallow. He won’t hesitate.
His eyes find mine again and his are glowing. Dark with lust and desire, sparkling with excitement. The orgasm stirs in my stomach and shoots to my balls, and I let go. I give him no warning because the orgasm gave me none…damn…. I grunt and watch as his cheeks suck and he slurps and I feel the pulses release.
For a moment I feel like it’s too much for him…sensing I might pull away he reaches a hand around and grabs my ass to hold me steady…I smile and let him finish sucking and licking and milking me dry and when I feel sufficiently empty, I pull out of his mouth slowly, his tongue darts out to the give my slit one more lick before he lets my cock go and swallows again. I watch his throat and drop to my knees. Placing my hands on his cheeks, I pull his face to mine and kiss him. My tongue searches all the recesses of his mouth for any bit of my come he might not have swallowed yet. I want it all. Tasting myself on him, in his mouth…. so, so good.
Chapter twenty-six
I don’t do gentle.
I never have. But TJ. TJ and his wide-eyed wonder at everything we’ve done so far tonight. His endless desire to try everything.
Nothing he has seen has tamped down his ravenous hunger for more. Shockingly, it’s been the opposite. I won’t lie. I was certain watching me with Fynn would be a deterrent. And maybe the tiniest part of me hoped it would be. That would mean I wouldn’t be here in my apartment with him. Doing things with him I haven’t done with anyone in a very long time. And feeling things. Feeling so many things.
I got on my knees for TJ. I don’t get on my knees for anyone.
And now I want him. I want inside of him. I want him to feel it. To experience it. He said he wants to know what it feels like to be with a man. No, he didn’t say that, did he? I did. He wants to know what it feels like to be with me. And I want him to know that. But first…. I have this overwhelming desire to go slowly. To be gentle. And that is not me at all.
