Kendall #3
I wasn’t imagining it. He was definitely getting off on being praised.
I wanted to tell him how perfect his dick was, how his fat head would be so good at stimulating my prostate while he pounded me into a mattress, but it felt presumptuous to assume he’d want to do that with me, so I held off. For now.
Opening my mouth to finally slip his dick inside, the heavy weight of it on my tongue had my own cock throbbing between my legs.
I wondered if he would notice or mind if I jerked myself off while I sucked him.
I was pretty sure once I started swallowing to flex my throat around him, he wasn’t going to mind anything else I was doing.
I closed my lips around his cock, letting my tongue piercing grind against the underside. I gently sucked on him once, then twice, before all of his muscles tensed up against me and he let out a broken moan, louder than any before.
“Oh my god. Oh, fuck. Fuck.”
He threw his head back again, his eyes squeezed closed as his hips bucked up to push his cock deeper into my mouth, the taste of his cum exploding over my tongue.
His other hand flew up from the couch to hold the back of my skull too, like he was begging me not to pull my mouth away and ruin the orgasm he’d needed so badly.
I sucked him through it, moaning to send vibrations down his shaft as he flooded my throat with jet after jet of hot cum. I swallowed it gratefully, the muscles at the base of his cock pulsing hard against my fingers.
When I could tell he was done, I finally let him slip from my mouth and he melted onto my couch, gasping for breath. I didn’t move from my spot between his legs, admiring my handiwork as I dragged the back of my hand across my spit-soaked lips.
“Holy shit.” We finally locked eyes again, and I definitely recognized the emotion in their pale depths now. Humiliation and panic. “I’m so sorry. Fuck. I’m so sorry. That was so fucking fast. A-and I didn’t even warn you. And-”
“Rhys.” I cut him off, trying not to squeal or swoon or otherwise reveal how my heart was jackhammering in my chest from how incredibly gorgeous he looked in that moment.
Flushed and sated and so vulnerable, I felt like I’d hit a karmic lottery just for the privilege of seeing him like that.
“Don’t worry. It was hot. I’m not complaining about anything. ”
Relief flickered over his face, but it didn’t erase the embarrassment. I was pretty sure hovering over his softening dick wasn’t going to help on that end, so I forced myself to rise up, despite the fact that getting out from between his legs was the last thing I wanted to do.
“I don’t normally… Uh.” He stopped, before dragging his hands over his gorgeously abashed face. “I didn’t know I was going to come that fast.”
“It’s okay,” I repeated, injecting the same gentle soothing tone into the words I’d used to convince him to ask for it.
He obviously needed it. Had he expected me to yell at him for coming too fast or something?
“Really,” I promised. “I know you said how long it’s been for you. It’s totally normal.”
He gave one quick nod, though his face was still contorted into an obvious grimace.
“Let me go grab something so you can clean up,” I offered, figuring he might need a minute alone to compose himself. I had his car keys in my pocket, anyway. He wasn’t going anywhere.
“Hey, Sparkles?” He asked, once I’d reached the edge of the living room, nearly out of his sight.
“Yeah?”
“I, uh… I sat in your parking lot for almost half an hour before I worked up the courage to come up here. The alcohol kinda hit me during that time, so… I didn’t really feel that drunk when I was driving over here. Don’t be mad at me, okay?”
“I’m not mad at you,” I promised, practically melting into a gooey puddle as I bit down into the tip of my tongue to suppress the little sound I wanted to make. “I’m glad you came to me.”
“Me too,” he said, starting to sound a bit out of it again. “I knew you would take care of me.”
By the time I came back with the damp washcloth, he’d already tucked his dick back into his pants and fallen into a heavy sleep.
Leaning in close, I slipped off his glasses and carefully set them onto the coffee table before brushing my fingers over his dark brows, down his cheekbones and over his full, sculpted lips.
His warm, rhythmic breaths fluttered out against my fingers for a few moments, until I pulled off each of his shoes and set them aside.
Tugging and pushing his body into a horizontal position so he could stretch out across the cushions proved to be a little tougher, until luckily his sleeping form seemed to subconsciously understand what I was trying to do and shifted into a more feasible way to rest.
Watching him while I stroked my cock felt a little too creepy, even for me, so I shut myself back in my bathroom. The taste of his cum lingered on my tongue while I bucked up into my lube-slicked fist, making my head spin and intensifying my orgasm so much that my knees went weak when it hit me.
After coming out and covering him with a spare blanket, I picked up my laptop and brought it over to my armchair to try and finish my work.