The Winner Takes All (Complete Collection)

5. Of Mouths and Manners

5

OF MOUTHS AND MANNERS

Nate

Nudity is my favorite outfit. But I’m a little worried I’ll like Hunter’s nudity too much.

So I’m really glad he’s still dressed. If he stripped, I’d probably fire early.

Yeah, that’d be a cool re-entry to the man pool—busting a nut over his sexy ass undressing.

But a blow job?

No dude cares if you come quickly in his mouth. In fact, it’s a compliment. With the fervent way Hunter’s devouring my dick, I’m going to shoot down his throat any minute.

He sucks me with a focused determination, a wild sort of enthusiasm that surprises me. I’m not used to this kind of unbridled excitement. Haven’t experienced it in ages.

But I am here for it. For his hands sliding up and down my thighs. For his lips hoovering my dick.

Most of all for his groans as he swallows me whole.

He’s faster than I remember other guys being. He doesn’t try to wow me with long, lingering licks or seductive kisses.

He’s all fever and heat. Like those first blow jobs that thrilled you.

And fuck, he’s thrilling me now with the intensity of his attention.

“So fucking good,” I mutter as I wrap my hands around his head, and I rock into his mouth.

He coughs once, and I stop instantly. “You okay?” I ask.

Dragging a hand across his mouth, he smiles and nods. “Yes, gimme more.”

Far be it for me to deny him. I grip my dick and offer it up. “Take it,” I tell him.

He hauls my dick back into his mouth and sucks.

Soon, my thighs are shaking, my spine is tingling. A jolt of pleasure slams into me.

“Coming,” I grunt, the ecstasy taking over as my mind goes blissfully blank.

Seconds later, he lets my dick fall from his mouth then flicks his tongue along his bottom lip, licking me off fully. “You taste really fucking good,” he says in a voice full of dirty wonder.

Who is this sexy young Brit that fate dropped into my lap?

I don’t know, but I plan to enjoy him.

I offer a hand, tug him up, then cup his cheeks. “Thank you,” I say, then I laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t know if it’s customary to thank someone after a blow job.”

Hunter laughs too. “Well, let me just say this. You’re welcome.”

Maybe orgasms are a kind of truth serum because I dust a kiss over his lips and say, “It’s been a while for me. A long time. I got out of a bad relationship earlier this year.” No point in being secretive. My ex talks about our marriage online all the time. His path to self-awareness goes straight through social media overshare. So, that’s fun.

It’s also the past, and I want to be in the moment. With Hunter. “And this was just…” Words fail me, so I simply smile and add, “Thank you. Again.”

His grin is eager. He has such great, up-for-anything energy. “Honestly, thank you .”

Enough talking. I tug at his pants. “Come with me.”

I take him to the nearby couch, and soon we’re tangled up in each other, making out like crazy.

Only, I’m naked and he’s dressed, and that’s not fair.

I undo his shirt, push it open, then run my hands over his chest. He groans, stretching and moving languidly with my every touch. As I slide my hands down his abs, he shudders.

Dear god, he’s a dream.

No one has responded to me like this in a long time. My pride swells, right along with my dick.

But it’s time for me to take care of his dick. “Let me undo these,” I say, making quick work of the button and zipper of his trousers. Then my hand is inside his boxer briefs.

“Oh, fuck me,” he mutters when I wrap my fingers around his cock.

His thighs shake as I stroke.

“Wow,” he mutters.

My confidence grows. “You like?” I ask. He seems to be a talker.

“I really do,” he says as I stroke and play.

I lean in to nuzzle his neck as I fondle him. “Your cock is really fucking nice,” I say. “How do you want to finish?”

Some guys like hand jobs, some like blow jobs, some like to rub against you.

It’s only polite to ask a man what he wants.