Page 131 of Out Of A Fix

“Yeah. You’re already too loud,” I said, laughing. “Lift up.”

When he did, I yanked down his boxers, and his long, cut, beautiful cock, fully erect, steadily dripping, bounced free.

“Oh, look at that,” I said, and leaned over and licked him from balls to head.

He screamed into the pillow, and I enjoyed that immensely. Nothing better than giving pleasure. It made me feel like a god.

When I took hold of his cock, needing to curve it forward so I could take him down the back of my throat in a seamless glide, he moved the pillow to watch me. The sounds he made as he writhed under me were filthy. The whispered, urgent pleading made me slow down so I could suck and lave and show him how good it could be.

“You can’t expect me to… It’s been too long, and your mouth and how you’re lookin’ at me… For fuck’s sake, Nash, this is gonna be the quickest blowjob in history.”

“That’s okay,” I said with a gravelly rumble. “Neither of us is going anywhere.”

“Yeah, but I want you to…to…oh, please,” he begged as I took in all of him and sucked hard. Watching him clutch at the covers and writhe on the bed was a treat.

When I slipped two saliva-coated fingers gently, slowly into his body, just past his opening, he arched up and came so hard, I thought for a moment he might have passed out. But then I heard the panting, and when I checked, saw his slitted eyes on me, hands reaching for me, trying to grab hold.

“If I come up there and kiss you, you’re gonna taste cum on my tongue.”

“Please,” he whined, so I moved, dropping down over him and taking his mouth in a mauling kiss.

I was overstimulated—seeing him come apart and tasting him had me close—so I stood up and took off my sleep shorts.

“Get up higher on the bed,” I ordered.

He moved fast, his gaze riveted on my cock. Spitting into my hand, I came down beside him, lined up our bodies, and took his not quite flaccid cock and my rock-hard one both in hand, stroking us together exactly how I liked it, quick and dirty. I took possession of his mouth, licking and biting, making him open for me as I kissed him, and swallowed his scream when he came again, spurting over my hand and wrist, my own cum on his beautiful heaving abdomen.

After long moments, he touched me with trembling hands.

“You all right?” I asked him.

“You’re incredible, that was amazing, and I very much want to do everything with you.”

I chuckled and kissed him.

“Why didn’t you just say, Oh, honey, I’m gonna blow your mind and make you mine?”

“You’re funny.”

“No, really. Why?”

“Because if you didn’t like me touching you, then⁠—”

“All I want is for you to touch me for the rest of my life.”

He was all flushed, his breath ragged, his lips red and puffy, his eyes checked out. “You look very beautiful right now.”

“I’ve never had two orgasms in a row, and you did it like, You think you’ve felt good before? Hold my beer.”

I laughed into the side of his neck, licked his skin, sucked there a moment, and then took a tiny bite because he was irresistible.

“Fuck,” he gasped, jolting beside me. “You turned me into a giant fuckin’ goose bump. What the hell, Nash?”

“No?” I teased him, moving so I was over him before slowly giving him my weight, pressing him down, pinning him to the bed under me. “Should I stop?”

He took my face in his hands and pulled me down for another grinding, devouring kiss. It felt like he wanted to eat me whole.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me.”