Chapter 12 #4
But he responds beautifully, his own moans growing louder and more enthusiastic the more I use his mouth. The more I use him. As if being nothing more than a hole for my dick is the pinnacle of his pleasure.
I slow my thrusting to shallow grinding, giving his hair a gentle tug to get his attention. My cock pops out of his mouth with a squelch, a string of saliva connecting the two. Jamie’s eyes re-open, bright and filled with tears, the good kind.
“Can you suck me again?”
As much as I liked fucking his mouth, I liked being at his mercy even more, watching him do whatever he wants.
With an enthusiastic nod, he wraps a hand around my dick, starting to lick and suck all over it again.
I lie back, spreading my legs further and stroking his hair.
I let out a guttural groan when he moves his lips lower, licking over my sack.
Fuck, it’s been a long time since anyone’s done that.
Jamie practically makes out with my balls, sucking one into his mouth, then the other.
“Fuck, that’s good. Yeah, just like that. Just. Like. That. So fucking good.”
He goes completely unhinged after that; I have no chance of keeping track. He pulls out all the stops, leaving me breathless and dizzy with pleasure. The whole world has narrowed to Jamie between my legs, his mouth all over me.
The pressure in my belly builds and builds, threatening to snap at any second.
“You almost have me there, Jamie,” I gasp. “Fuck, I wanna come in your mouth. Can I?”
Jamie pulls off my cock for just long enough to whisper a wrecked “Please.”
“Yeah? I come a lot, Jamie. You think you can take it? Swallow every drop?” A moan is my answer, so I curl my fingers in his hair and let him tip me over the edge.
“Here we go. Fuck. Fuck.” My vision whites out a split second before my cock erupts, shooting my load into Jamie’s waiting mouth.
His lips tighten around me, as if to make sure he doesn’t waste a drop.
He continues sucking me long after I’ve been drained completely, just working his tongue around my spent, softening cock.
“Holy shit.” I slap a hand over my face, shaking with laughter. “Wow.” That was hands down the best blowie I’ve ever had. Damn, guys really do know the best. “Hey, you okay, buddy?” I check when Jamie hasn’t said a word.
No wonder he hasn’t. Because he’s basically half-asleep. Against my thigh.
With my softening cock in his mouth.
“Jamie?”
There’s no response. His eyes are mostly closed, the muscles in his cheeks working as he continues to suckle.
I stare at him dumbly, trying to process. I’ve heard of oral fixation but never been with someone who had it. So I have no idea what happens if I disturb Jamie now. But I have to do something. I can’t stay like this forever.
Or can I? Admittedly, this feels incredible. His mouth is so warm and soft and wet, my dick is in blowjob heaven. I wonder what would happen if we both fell asleep like this—
Jesus. Tyler, you’re insane. Snap out of it.
Carefully, I card my fingers through his hair.
“Jamie? Are you with me? Jamie?”
I gently pull on his hair, which, fuck, makes him moan. But it also seems to get him out of whatever sex-trance he ended up in.
It’s easy to pinpoint when he finally registers what’s happening, because he goes from relaxed and sleepy to tense as hell.
With my cock still in his mouth, his wide, confused eyes find mine. And then he’s pulling back. I try not to whine at the cold blast of air that hits my dick.
“S-sorry. I spaced out.” God, he sounds utterly wrecked. His gaze is downcast, his body weirdly twisted. Oh, right. He must be close to bursting.
Is it my turn to do something about it? He never asked, but it’s common courtesy, right? Especially after he gave me the best head of my life.
I clear my throat, about to offer him a hand. How different can it be from jerking myself off? Plus, a part of me is kinda curious to see what he looks like when he’s about to come. If he got so riled up just from watching me enjoy myself, he must go completely unhinged when it’s his turn.
Before I can offer, though, Jamie is rising up on wobbly legs. My eyes automatically go to his crotch, because, duh, it’s right there. And I freeze. He’s not hard. But there’s a huge, wet spot.
Is he… Did he actually come? From sucking my dick? I’m pretty sure I didn’t see him touch himself at all the whole time. Holy shit, that’s…
“Hope you feel better now,” Jamie mumbles, but before I can pull myself together enough to respond, he scurries away into his room.
Still riding the post-orgasmic high, and marveling at the fact that my roommate came hands-free just from the taste of my cock, I can only stare stupidly at his closed door. The post-nut clarity doesn’t hit me the way I’d expect.
I am acutely reminded of how much I fucked up. I was supposed to talk to him, not give him my dick as if it’s a magic wand that suddenly makes all the problems disappear. So yeah, I’m aware this was a mistake. I’m aware that I just caused him more pain.
So why am I already thinking of a way to make this happen again?