Chapter Nine #2
I run my finger up his length, from balls to tip, savoring the heat radiating off him and the way he trembles. His dick twitches, which sparks the same result in mine.
“Well?” he asks, more breathlessly than I think he wants to sound.
“Fucking gorgeous.”
He bites his bottom lip. “Come on, Flirty Boy. You can do better than that.”
He lights up a playful streak inside me, one I enjoy sharing with him. “Hmm. Is that a challenge? Okay, I’ll see what I can do.” Bending forward, I lick the crease of his left thigh, and Anthony sucks in a sharp breath. “I like that spot. I needed to know what it tasted like.”
“That specific spot?”
“And this one.” I do the same on the other side, inhaling deeply and savoring his scent.
“And?” he asks, his breathing picking up.
“I don’t know. I have to taste it again, smell it again.” I do it a second time on both sides, avoiding his cock and balls. “A little musky, just how I like it. Heady…addictive. Your skin might become my favorite dessert. Salty and sweet. The best combo.”
Just a few minutes ago I told him this wouldn’t last long, but now I’m enjoying playing with him, taking my time and trying to draw this out.
“Christ.”
“Am I getting better?” I ask, cupping his balls. “So warm and full. You’ve worked up a big load for me, haven’t you?”
“Yes.” He arches forward, writhing beneath me.
“I can’t wait to taste what you made for me with these pretty balls.”
“Jesus, Kason,” Anthony groans, making me smile.
I love pleasuring the person I’m with, love drawing it out and enjoying every inch of their body, and I have a feeling doing it with Anthony will be next level.
It already is. I want to please him more than any lover I’ve ever had.
I want to make him feel so fucking good that he never comes down from it, that it makes him feel treasured the way he should be.
“I’m just getting started.”
“You said this would be fast.”
“I changed my mind.” I pull my hand back and lick it, not ready to give him my mouth on his cock yet. When I’m all nice and wet, I wrap my hand around his curved, cut erection and give it a slow, tight stroke. “So fucking mouthwatering. I’m dying to taste you.”
“So do it.”
“Not yet. You need to have patience. I want to tell you how sexy you are, how hard you get me, how your body is like a wet dream, and even back on that first night at Lush when I watched you dance, I wanted you. But not just your body. As delicious as it is, I’ve been trying to date you this whole time. ” I continue stroking him.
“I’m never…going to live that down, am I?” His words come out choppy as he thrusts into my grasp.
“No. Can you blame me?”
“Make me come.”
“I will. I have to show you how much I want you first.”
He looks up at me, green eyes glassy and lust-filled. “What if I changed my mind about doing better than that?”
I chuckle. “Too late. Unless you tell me you want me to stop.” I rub my thumb over his glans. “Do you want me to stop, Ant?”
“No. Fuck no.”
“Good.” I keep my hand on his dick, his precum helping slick the way as I jerk him off while bending forward. I lash one nipple with my tongue, then the other, before biting and tugging it with my teeth.
“Fuck. I’ve never been so hard in my life. I’m usually better at sex than this.”
“You’re doing so good for me.”
His eyes pop open, pupils flared.
“You like that? You like me to tell you how good you are?”
“I don’t know,” he says, as if unsure what to make of this new development.
Have none of his previous lovers made sure Anthony knows how irresistible he is?
It’s a dichotomy I’m still trying to understand because Anthony is clearly confident in his body, his sexual appeal and abilities, but there seems to be a part of him that needs to hear it too, that needs to be made to feel the confidence he projects to the world, a part that has layers and flaws because what human doesn’t?
“It’s okay to like it.” I kiss my way up his chest, to his lips, taste him there again before I start to work my way down again. “It’s okay to want to hear it. It’s okay that you like being good for me, Ant, because you are—good at dates, and good when you’re beneath me.”
Before he can respond, I kiss the head of his cock, then suck it into my mouth. His hips buck forward, Anthony fucking into my mouth.
“Shit. I’m sorry. Oh fuck, that feels good.”
I don’t pull off him to respond, just play with his balls while I enjoy his pretty cock. He’s hot and hard against my tongue, salty and masculine, the taste and smell of him going straight to my head.
Anthony’s hands tangle in my hair, breaths and moans escaping his lips. “Jesus, you have a good mouth, Flirty Boy. Suck me. Make me come.”
I bob my head in his lap, swallowing around him when he hits the back of my throat.
His dick is as addicting as tasting the rest of him, maybe even more so.
“I love this too,” I tell him when I pull off.
“Love tasting your pretty cock. Love all the sounds you make when you’re being good for me.
I want to work a big, fat load out of your balls and feel it slide down my throat.
Are you going to give me your cum? I’m dying for it. ”
I sink my mouth down on him again, now stroking and sucking him in unison. I feel how tight the muscles in his thighs are, taste more of his precum as I show him just how much I crave him. Anthony is close, and all I can think of is getting my prize, then making him come over and over all night.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come. I want you to take it all like you promised. Let me feel you milk my nuts dry.”
His words make my dick throb and pulse, my own balls full and ready to unleash.
Anthony’s dick twitches in my mouth, balls pulling up against my chin as the first spurt of his release fills my mouth.
He tastes fucking delicious, like the best kind of pleasure.
He comes again, and I swallow down a mouthful, while continuing to work him.
He has a huge load, just like I knew he would.
I get another jet of his creamy release bursting on my taste buds as I swallow again.
When I’ve taken all he has to give, I push up to my knees, spit in my hand, then furiously work my dick. I know it will only take seconds for me to finish, and his, “I want it. Shoot it in my mouth,” is almost my undoing.
One knee on the couch, I move higher beside him, pointing my dick at his pretty, open mouth, tongue out waiting for me.
It’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen. A few strokes, and stars are already dancing in my vision, pleasure exploding inside me as I aim my pulsing cock and watch the first jet of my cum land on his tongue.
Another quickly follows, the creamy, thick fluid sliding down his willing throat.
I squeeze and pump out as much as I can, and when a string of cum hangs from my dick, I trace his lips with my cockhead, coating him.
Anthony swallows, licking his lips like he wants to savor every drop.
I cup his face, push his sweat-slicked hair back. “Look at you, so pretty and hungry for my load. You’re so good for me, and now I want you to take me to your room…because I like to cuddle and talk.”
He grins, then bites it back like he hadn’t meant to show me his joy at what I said. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want.”
I frown. “Why would I not want to sleep with you? I’m warning you now, I’ll smother you with attention. You’ll probably get annoyed with me.”
“Eh. I have a feeling I’ll be more annoying than you.”
“I don’t,” I reply, then kiss him.