Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
EZRA
It was difficult to control myself when Mauricio undid the button of my pants and tugged them down a little. I growled in frustration over being constrained. "Fuck it, take them all the way off."
I loved how he didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled them off, revealing I wasn’t wearing underwear. My hard-on stood proudly, demanding attention.
“Do you always go commando, or was tonight special?” He tossed my pants aside before he took a moment to savor the spectacular view I presented him.
“What can I say? I love to live wild and free.” Spreading my legs apart, I ran my fingertips over my entrance. I teased him more by tracing over my balls to run up my rigid length. “I’m down for whatever you want to do, so don’t hold back.”
Repositioning himself, Mauricio guided my legs over his shoulders before he began teasing my sac. He traced the seam with his tongue before he sucked one into his mouth to toy with. I squirmed under the sensation, getting more worked up as he switched to play with the other.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he held my cock steady as he trailed kisses from the base. By the time he reached the tip, I was shaking with need. “I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t start sucking my goddamn dick soon.”
“Like this?” The hint of suction he used on the underside of my cock made me groan. “Or maybe you’d prefer this?”
Before I could ask what he meant, he went down on me. It was a shock to my system to suddenly be buried inside the wet heat of his mouth as his tongue teased me. He bobbed his head as he worked me, which earned very enthusiastic reactions out of me as I got what I wanted.
My hands sought purchase in his dark hair to help ground myself against the sudden onslaught of intense pleasure. He rumbled when I raked my nails against him, making me thrust into his mouth with a whimper. The man was a master at blow jobs, which guaranteed that I would come to an embarrassingly premature end at the rate we were going.
He continued teasing me by hollowing out his cheeks while he slid along my length, driving me to cry out. I rutted against him with blind lust. Thankfully, he didn’t get pissed when I pushed his head to force him to take in more of me; he simply opened wider and let me slide in deep. It was such a fucking turn-on that he didn’t get angry about me topping from the bottom. A lot of my former partners had hated that about me, but it really seemed to get Mauricio going.
When his fingers snuck down to tease my hole, my muscles tensed as it shoved me to the brink of my release. It made me babble with need. “Fuck, just a little more, please, Mauricio, fucking please !”
The slightest hint of penetration combined with him swallowing around me was enough to trigger my climax. I shouted his name as I emptied into his mouth, gasping as he drank me down. Sliding my legs off his broad shoulders allowed me to guide him up for a hungry kiss. Our mixed releases would have made me come a second time if I could physically manage. I hugged him like a koala, determined to keep him in place as we continued kissing on my kitchen floor. It was officially my new favorite way to start a date. I wasn’t about to let him go when he was the best thing that had happened to me in a very long time.