Chapter 23
Ten Out of Ten, Would Recommend
Gavin
My brain completely short-circuits. My man is on his knees between my legs, looking up at me with those dark eyes that see right through me.
"First lesson," Doc says, hands sliding up my thighs. "It's all about enthusiasm."
"I got enthusiasm," I manage. "So much enthusiasm. Overflowing with… oh fuck."
He's pulling at my waistband. I lift my hips automatically, let him peel off the tiny shorts Max insisted on this morning. My cock slaps against my stomach, already rock fucking hard, and he hasn't even touched me yet.
"Someone's eager," he murmurs, and the way he's looking at my dick should be illegal.
"I... now... oh god yes..." Words aren't working. "Want to learn on you... oh fuck, that feels amazing!”
His mouth. His perfect fucking mouth is on me, working slowly, taking me in inch by inch. I've had blowjobs before, plenty from girlfriends who tried their best but could never take more than half before gagging. This is... this is fucking different.
"Holy shit, you're… compared to…" I snap my mouth shut. Mentioning exes right now seems like a bad idea. He might bite or something.
But Doc just hums around my cock, and the vibration shoots straight up my spine. He's taking me deeper, deeper, and then…
"FUCK!"
He takes me all the way. My entire cock disappears into his mouth, and I can feel myself in his throat. Nobody's ever been able to…
He looks up at me, eyes watering slightly, my dick buried in his throat, and I can't help it. I reach down and rest my hand against his neck. Feel myself there. Feel the bulge of my cock in his perfect throat.
"Jesus Christ, Doc. How are you… fuck, that's incredible. I can feel... I can actually feel..."
He pulls back slowly, tongue working the whole way, before diving back down. Sets up a rhythm that has me babbling nonsense.
"Never had anyone who could... fuck, your mouth... gonna ruin me for... oh god, do that thing with your tongue again..."
A flash of something hot and angry hits me. Who the fuck taught him to deep throat like this?
But then his tongue does something magical to the underside of my cock, and I decide I don't give a shit. Whoever they were, they're not here now. I'm the one getting my mind blown.
Doc pulls off with perfect suction, lips swollen and shiny. "This is mine now," he says, voice rough. "Nobody else gets to touch this. Just me."
The possessive tone shoots straight to my balls. I nod frantically. "Yes. Fuck yes. All yours. Nobody else. Never want anyone else to—"
His mouth is back on me, moving down my length, tongue tasting every inch. The feeling sends tingles racing through my whole body. Fuck, I hope I'm half this good when it's my turn.
The tightness at the back of his throat pressing on my tip has me whimpering, actually whimpering. My balls are drawing up tight. Not gonna last long. Not with him looking up at me like that, not with the wet heat of his mouth, not with…
He reaches up, takes my hands, and puts them in his hair. I freeze. What do I do? Does he want me to... I can't...
He pulls off again. "I think it's hot when my guy pushes my head down. Just a little. And pull my hair at the back."
My eyes roll back. "You're trying to kill me?"
"Maybe." He grins, then swallows me down again.
I thread my fingers through his hair, dark strands silky between my fingers. Tug gently at the back like he said. He moans around my cock, and holy fuck, I feel that everywhere.
"So good," I stutter. "So fucking good, Doc. Never felt... nobody's ever..."
Getting confident now. My hips start moving on their own, tiny thrusts into his willing mouth. He takes it all, encourages it with little moans, and the way his hands grip my thighs.
Then he does something with his tongue, some swirling, pressing, magic thing… and I'm shouting, hands tightening in his hair.
"Fuck! Doc! I'm gonna… trying not to… fuck fuck fuck!"
I've had women go down on me before, but this is different. Don't know if it's because it's a man doing it or because it's my man. My Doc. The guy who's rewiring my whole fucking brain.
Want to come. Oh fuck, want this to last forever. Can't have both. Shit. Shit.
He pulls off completely, and I actually whine. "Oh please, fuck, don't stop—"
But he's looking up at me with an evil grin that makes my dick twitch. "That's the first lesson. Now I think you should get some experience."
Before I can process, I'm moving. Pick him up; he weighs nothing, and flip us so he's on the edge of the bed. I drop to my knees, suddenly very aware that I'm about to have another man's dick in my mouth for the first time.
"Oh fuck," I breathe, yanking at his clothes. He helps, lifts his hips so I can strip him. "I can do this. It's gonna feel fucking amazing. Just gotta..."
His cock springs free, and I stare. Seen plenty of dicks in locker rooms, but never like this. Never hard and flushed and meant for me. He's maybe average size, definitely smaller than me, but that's not saying much. In my hand, he looks perfect. Feels perfect.
"You don't have to—" he starts.
Doc laughs when I say, "Shut up, I'm concentrating."
I start slow, almost kitten-licking the tip while I get used to the weight of another man's cock in my hand. Taste of salt and skin and something uniquely his. When my tongue finds that little notch underneath the head, he makes a sound I've never heard from him before.
"Fuck, G..."
Encouraged, I open wider. Take him in slowly, trying to remember everything he just did to me. When his hips twitch forward, pushing deeper than I'm ready for, I pull back fast, coughing.
"Shit, sorry—"
I ignore his apology, too focused on my mission. Suck harder, take him deeper. I can't deep throat, not even close, but I use my hand on what my mouth can't reach. Must be doing something right because he's got a death grip on the edge of the bed, knuckles white.
Want him to touch me like I touched him. I reach up and move his hands to my hair. He groans and immediately grips tight, starts guiding my head. Fuck yes. This is what I wanted. Him showing me exactly how he likes it.
"So good," he's muttering. "Natural fucking talent. Your mouth, G... fuck..."
His breathing's getting ragged, his hips starting to move. Think he's about to come when he suddenly pulls me off and up, attacking my mouth with kisses.
"Perfect," he says between kisses. "So fucking perfect. Didn't want to come in your mouth the first time. Takes getting used to."
I push him back onto the bed and crawl over him. Try to line our dicks up, but the height difference makes it awkward as fuck.
"Roll over," he manages. "On your back."
I do, and then he's climbing on top of me, then reaching over to his bedside table. Comes back with lube, slicks my hand quickly before wrapping it around both our cocks.
"Oh fuck." The slide of his cock against mine, slippery and hot and perfect. "Doc..."
He puts his hand over mine, starts moving us together. Leans down to kiss me, but we're mostly just breathing into each other's mouths, too far gone for actual kissing.
I squeeze my eyes shut, arch back, fuck up into our joined hands. "Gonna come. Fuck, Doc, gonna—"
I come first, spurting over our hands and stomachs. He follows right behind, adding to the mess, my name on his lips.
We lie there panting, me flat on my back with him sprawled across my chest like a satisfied cat.
"So," I say when I can speak again. "How was my first blowjob?"
He doesn't move; he just gives a weak thumbs-up against my chest. "Ten out of ten. Will do again."
I laugh, wrap my arms around him tighter. "Good. 'Cause I need lots more practice."
"Mm. So dedicated to your education."
"You're a good teacher."
"The best." He yawns against my neck. "Gonna nap now. Wake me never."
I press a kiss to his messy hair, feeling stupidly happy. "Whatever you say, Doc."