Rhys #3
The straight guys he’d been with before hadn’t wanted to do stuff like this?
That was a shock to me, since I’d been fantasizing about it so much.
Maybe that meant they actually were straight, and I was…
Not. Or maybe they just hadn’t cared about getting Kendall off as long as they were getting whatever they needed.
Pricks. I hoped that meant I wasn’t the first blowjob virgin who’d ever gone down on him.
But I didn’t want to ask, afraid of what the answer might be.
My hesitation must have been obvious to him, because he took my face in his hands, giving me a serious look.
“You don’t have to worry, Rhys. We’ll take it slow, you can stop if you need to, and I’ll guide you through it if you want. Okay?”
“Okay,” I said quickly and gratefully. “I, um… I definitely want you to talk me through it.”
I kissed my way down his body, pushing his t-shirt up so I could make contact with his flat belly, giving his piercing a quick nip with my teeth. The sound of his ticklish laugh was adorable, and the way his abdominal muscles quivered under my mouth was so hot.
When I got down to the waistband of his jeans and moved to unbutton them, he spoke up. “Just a warning, I’m not wearing anything cute under here. I didn’t exactly know we were going to be doing this.”
“That’s fine,” I said, but when I unzipped and he raised up his hips to help me tug the jeans down over them, I could only stare.
They were technically men’s briefs, but they were miles apart from the ill-fitting, sexless tighty-whities my mind associated with that style of underwear. They were a bright blue, low on his hips and tight to his body, cupping the bulge of his cock perfectly.
“These aren’t cute?” I couldn’t help but ask incredulously, glancing up at him when he chuckled, looking relieved.
“Well, they’re not… I didn’t know if maybe you’d only be into the girlier stuff.”
“I, ah… I think I’m just into you, Sparkles.”
I hadn’t really meant to let that confession tumble out, but it was completely fucking true so I couldn’t regret it.
“I’m really into you too,” he said, and the way he stroked a hand over my hair, carding his fingers through the messy locks, made me shiver.
Once I’d stripped him from the waist down, I settled onto my stomach between his thighs, my aching cock pressing into the couch cushions. I was horny as hell, needy for his touch, but that could wait.
It was kind of insane to think about how in less than a month I’d gone from never really thinking about a guy in that way to drooling over Kendall’s body. Never in my life had I imagined I’d ever think another guy’s cock was cute. But it was. Just like the rest of him.
Trying to combine the knowledge I’d acquired in my life from having had my dick sucked with the understanding that he probably wouldn’t want me to just go for it with no build-up, I carefully took his length in my hand.
Syrupy arousal pooled in my groin as I processed how stiff he was, and how hot and velvety his skin felt against my palm.
Precum was beaded on his pink tip already, glistening in the low light of his living room.
I remembered how he’d kissed and licked and teased me the night I’d come over drunk, and how fucking amazing it had felt to have my cock worshiped like that, even though I’d cut it short with my pathetic stamina.
Pointedly ignoring the flare of nerves burning in my stomach, I dragged my tongue over his slit.
Encouraged by his gasp and the way the muscles in his thighs bunched up at the contact, I lapped at him, more clear drops oozing out against my tongue.
Time stretched out as I got my bearings and discovered how much I was actually enjoying it.
The act felt absurdly intimate, being so close and so wrapped up in him, and I could feel myself becoming addicted to how responsive he was to everything I did.
Every kiss and lick and stroke would draw out some whimper or moan or movement of his hips, and all I could think was more, more, more.
“Oh my god,” he sighed out, sounding blissed out and breathless already. “You’re doing so good, baby. I love it.”
When I couldn’t take the anticipation anymore and I needed my mouth stuffed full of his cock, I released a shaky breath.
“Can I?”
Staring down at me, he popped up a manicured eyebrow as he grinned. He looked supremely relaxed, with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes.
“Can you what? You have to use your words.”
I shuddered, arousal shooting straight to my already pulsing cock. I’d been rock hard and leaking for so long my balls were starting to ache.
“Can I suck it? Please, Kendall.”
“Yes, baby. You can suck it.” He paused, panting as he reached down to pet my hair. “You’re driving me crazy.”
The husky note in his voice was gorgeous and gratifying and made me even more desperate to get his cock between my lips.
It was a foreign kind of sensation, having my jaw wrenched open so wide as I drew him in, but the way he pulsed against my tongue, his back arching to bring his hips up closer to me was enough to draw a groan up from my chest. My nose brushed against his smooth abdomen, the swollen head of his cock nestled just at the back of my throat.
For the millionth time, I mused about how insanely perfect his body was.
Any bigger and I would have been choking and gagging on it.
Bobbing up and down on his length, I swirled my tongue around his head as I sucked him. He moaned out my name, fingers curling into my hair to hold me in place as he thrust his hips gently against my mouth.
“Just like that, baby,” he praised me, chills washing over my whole body as I shivered. I don’t think I realized it until that moment, but I’d been rutting my hips into his couch. The hot friction through my paper-thin shorts was incredible. “You’re perfect. You’re a fucking natural.”
Maybe I should have been embarrassed, being told I had a natural talent for sucking cock, but I wasn’t.
It spurred me on, my groan spilling out around him.
Saliva built up in my mouth until I was forced to swallow.
The rim of my throat contracted around the head of his cock, and he moaned, bucking up against me.
“Oh, fuck, Rhys. You’re making me feel so good. Keep going. Please keep going, baby.”
The combination of his praise with the way my own pleasure was building and building with every thrust of my dick was making me dizzy, my whole body throbbing like one raw nerve.
I was tense all over, digging my fingers into his hipbones so hard I was probably leaving bruises.
The inside of my underwear was soaking wet already, slick and sticky with my precum.
Oh god, I wasn’t going to actually come in my shorts, was I? I couldn’t. Not after I’d already embarrassed myself so many times with him. I willed myself to still, to keep my hips planted and not grind on the cushion as he drove his dick through my lips again and again.
“I’m so close. So close,” he repeated, thrashing and writhing under me. “You want to swallow my cum, don’t you?”
I couldn’t answer him with my words, mostly because I wasn’t willing to pop him out of my mouth for even a second when I’d been doing so well and seemed to be pleasing him so much. I could only moan and nod frantically as much as my position would allow me.