Chapter 42 #2
I can feel my hand shaking as I take hold of the base of his shaft, just like he did with mine. Maybe he can too, because instead of sinking his hand into my hair or anything else, he cups my cheek in his palm, grounding me with the soft, sweet sweep of his thumb over my jaw.
I love you, Charlie.
God, it hurts right now not to tell him. Especially because the way he’s looking at me feels like maybe he’s thinking the exact same thing.
My heart’s pounding right up in my throat, but before I can psych myself out all over again, I just do it. Lean in and lick. Sweep my tongue right over the crown of Charlie’s cock.
The taste of him bursts over my tongue, salty and a little sweet and a little bitter all at once. His tip is hot and almost velvety, all slick and shining with precum, and god, the way it pulses and twitches—
“Oh fuuck,” I groan, wrapping my free arm around his waist to drag him closer. His muscles tense and shudder under my grasp.
“Alright?” I can hear in his voice the way he’s only just holding himself together enough to check in with me, and it unravels something greedy and raw in me.
I don’t want to move my mouth away from him even for a second. “So fucking good.” He gasps and whimpers as my lips brush my answer over his shaft, and between my legs, my spent dick twitches.
“Ohmigod, Myles,” he moans, moving his hand up to stroke his fingers through my hair. And then, like he’s just remembered he’d promised to tell me what to do, “Keep using your tongue, baby. Get me all wet and sloppy before you use your lips.”
Another, more urgent twitch between my thighs, because fuuck.
Under my hand that’s splayed across his lower back, I can feel his muscles flexing and trembling as I lick over him, trying to copy what he did to me before, using my tongue to swirl around his head and down his shaft.
“Just…ohmigod, just…just like that. Ohhh…that feels so good.” His eyes flicker shut and his breath stutters out through his parted lips. “Now suck me, Myles. Please. Please, baby—”
I don’t need him to tell me twice.
Careful of my teeth, I wrap my lips around the head of his dick and give a cautious suck.
Charlie’s back arches, muscles twitching under my hand, and he lets out this ragged, beautiful moan.
A fresh burst of the taste of his precum spills over my tongue, and I can feel my cock swelling and hardening all over again.
“Ohmigod, yess,” he breathes, and god, I feel fucking triumphant.
He keeps stroking through my hair as he watches me move lower, and I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off of him, even if I’d wanted to. His lips are trembling, still all swollen and red from working over my shaft.
God, he’d looked so fucking pretty gliding those lips over my length.
There’s no way I look anywhere nearly as good as he did, but from the way he’s staring at me, I can’t help hoping he’s liking what he’s seeing at least a little bit as much as I loved watching him.
“You’re doing…so…so well.” His voice is choppy and breathless.
I suck a little harder, and a shiver runs through him as he lets out a gorgeous whimper.
“Making me feel so good.” But then, “Do you—” his voice hitches and his eyes come back into focus the littlest bit. “Do you like it?”
His hand clenches in my hair at the groan that rips from me as I nod my head, eyes wide as I try to pour everything I have into wordlessly telling him that I fucking love this.
“Yeah?”
It’s a question, but I can see him letting go even before I moan and nod even harder than before. “Mm-hmm.”
Hard, gasping breaths are sawing from him, and his eyes are glassy and unfocused again. One of his hands drops from my hair, tracing down over my face. His thumb trails just under my cheek bone, down to the corner of my mouth.
Goosebumps sheet my skin at the look in his eyes. It’s vulnerable and needy and possessive all at once, like something’s shifted in him and he’s finally completely believing me that I want this—him—more than I’ve fucking ever wanted anything in my life before.
I can’t keep in a choked out whimper when he brushes the pad of his thumb over my lower lip, tracing the place where my mouth closes around his shaft.
His already slack jaw drops, and his dick twitches against my tongue, and fucking god, all I can think is that he’s feeling my lips stretched around him.
That it’s his cock his thumb is stroking over at the same time as it strokes over my skin.
“Looks so good… So gorgeous.” His words are a slurred, breathy moan, like he’s drunk on what’s happening right now. Fuck, I know I am. “Feels…so good—”
And just like that, any worries about trying to do this right go out the window.
My technique is nowhere nearly as smooth as Charlie’s, but each bob of my head and stroke of my tongue has me building confidence as his breathing gets more and more ragged.
When I let go of the base of his shaft and slip my fingers down to tease along the seam of his sac, Charlie’s head falls back with a gasp.
The back of my hand brushes the lace of his panties I’d pushed down earlier, and I can feel it rubbing over my knuckles as I close my grip around his balls, rolling them gently between my fingers like he showed me earlier he likes.
Between my legs, my own balls throb with an echo of pleasure.
“Ohhhmigod, yesss baby,” Charlie arches up slightly, pressing into my touch. “Just..just like that.”
His skin is silky smooth and hairless everywhere, just like I’d wondered if it would be, and I’m gripped with the almost irresistible urge to lift his hips and strip those panties right down from his gorgeous, toned thighs and let my hand wander back to explore the curves of his ass.
If I were just a little braver, I’d dip my fingers back between his cheeks and find out exactly what his hole feels like.
A rush of arousal bolts through me, tingling and heady at the thought, setting me moaning, loud and shameless, as I swallow him down as deep as I dare.
There’s not a chance in hell I’m letting go of him with that arm of mine that’s wrapped around his waist though, not even for the moment it would take to pull his panties off. Even though I know he’s not going anywhere, all I want is to keep holding him. God, I need it.
I’m taking more and more of his length with each pass now. His tip hits the back of my throat, just a little, making me choke and gag more than once, but I don’t stop. Fuck, I never want to stop.
When I lick up the vein that runs along the underside of his cock, I can feel the hammering of his pulse, and when I dip my tongue into the slit of his crown, his hips jolt and he lets out a soft cry.
It hadn’t crossed my mind that Charlie had been holding back before, but he’s not now, and I can’t get enough.
There’s a whimpering moan coloring each panting breath he takes, and, like he knows it’s exactly what I need, he’s keeping up a steady whisper of praise that has me flying as high as he is.
Exactly when my dick went from halfway trying to rally to hard as fucking steel again, I have no idea, but it’s throbbing now, dripping and leaking every bit as much as the saliva that’s pouring down my chin.
Charlie’s cock is heavy and thick in my mouth, and the taste of his arousal and his bergamot and rain scent mixing with the smell of clean sweat is everywhere. The sounds of our ragged breathing and Charlie’s moans and the wet suction of my mouth on his shaft fill the air.
“Ohmigod, baby—” Charlie’s voice breaks on a gasp. I can feel his body trembling. “Keep going—”
Like anything could make me stop.
Just a few more long, hard sucks later and his muscles go rigid against me. “So close,” he pants. “Gotta stop—”
Stop? Is he fucking crazy? I shake my head, risking another, deeper plunge down his shaft, trying to make my throat relax and swallow around him.
If I wasn’t sure I knew why he’s trying to get me to stop, I’d do it in a heartbeat, but I do know.
Sure enough, “Myles,” my name is a breathless whimper as he tugs at my hair. “I’m gonna come. You don’t want—”
My eyes lock on his and I nod, slow and hard, cutting off his words with a moaned, “Mm-hmm,” because yes. Yes I fucking do want him to come in my mouth.
His panicked expression morphs into a haze of desire, lips parting on a ragged breath. “Ohh, ohhhh fuuck Myles—”
His whispered curse, so out of character and so unbelievably sexy, rolls through me like lightning, lighting my nerves and setting me moaning around his shaft.
I can feel his balls tightening in my hand and his dick swelling as I glide my lips down as far as I can go, and I brace myself, half afraid and all the way turned on at the thought of what’s about to happen.
Charlie’s moan of, “Myles,” hits me at the same moment as the first shot of his cum. His flavor floods my mouth, thick and hot and salty, and I’m moaning with him, choking and struggling to swallow as my dick aches and throbs and begs for relief.
It doesn’t matter that I haven’t so much as touched myself once or that it’s only minutes since I just came down his throat. The way Charlie’s body shudders and tenses, the panting gasp of his breath, and the jerking twitch of his cock in my mouth have me teetering on the edge of coming too.
It’s not until Charlie’s lightly pulsing dick starts to soften between my lips and he gently pushes me back off of him that I realize my eyes had fallen shut. Such a damn shame, because how could I have missed watching him come like he just did?
Next second though, every thought blanks out from my head as I look up to see the way he’s staring down at me. Pink cheeked and breathless, lips slack and eyes dark and heavy lidded under the mess of his golden-brown hair. So completely wrecked and the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
And the look in his eyes… My heart pounds almost painfully and my throat tightens.
“Myles,” he slips his hand out of my hair where it had kept up its loose grip on my curls.
His thumb brushes over my lower lip, swiping away the mess of cum and saliva that’s run down my chin. I should probably be embarrassed as hell, but I can’t be. Not with the way he’s staring at me.
He shakes his head, blinking slowly as his lips curve up in a soft, completely wrecked smile. “Now will you believe me that you don’t ever have to worry about letting me down?”
Warmth floods my chest and a grin spreads across my face as my hand that’s not still holding him around the waist strokes over his thigh.
“Only if you’ll believe me that I fucking want you and that nothing about us being together is gonna scare me off or make me change my mind. Look what doing that for you did to me.”
Charlie’s eyes go wide as they follow mine down to where my dick is straining up toward him, hard and flushed and needy all over again. The grin that bursts across his face is dazzling.
“You are horny and ridiculous, Myles Marlow,” he scolds breathlessly, but that smile doesn’t budge as he tugs at my shoulders to guide me back up onto the bed with him.
“Only for you.”
He lets out a startled, laughing gasp when I topple him back onto the blanket and wrap my arms around him, burying my face in his neck.
“I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you, Charlie.” I kiss my way over his warm, sweaty skin, drinking in the contented sigh he lets out.
“I think I’m starting to believe you.” He catches my jaw in his hand, tips my face up to his for a sweet, soft kiss that quickly turns filthy as his tongue slips into my mouth, chasing mine.
“Now,” he whispers against my lips when the two of us come up for air. “Can I do something for you about this?” His smile is smug as hell when I gasp at the feel of his hand closing around my dick.
He doesn’t wait for an answer before he’s pumping his fist over my length, kissing me breathless and stupid and so fucking happy, I don’t know how I ever lived without this.