Chapter 17 #2
Preston’s fingers card through my hair and after a few minutes, he sits up, planting kisses along the back of my head and shoulders. I lift my head and catch his mouth with mine. I groan while Preston whimpers.
I might have only tasted his lips a handful of times, but I’m already addicted to it, to the way they feel, how he tentatively sneaks his tongue out, the way he shudders when I swipe my tongue against it. I could spend all day kissing those lips, nibbling and devouring them.
But I promised Preston a blowjob, so I push him back down, and take his cock in my hand. I savor the weight of it in my palm before licking a long strip from the base to the tip. He hisses and his hips come off the bed as I wrap my lips around the swollen, tender head.
“Ah! Sawyer!” It slips out before Preston remembers to be quiet. He rolls his lips between his teeth and whines.
Letting the head of his cock run along the top of my mouth, I sink all the way down.
Like Preston himself, his cock is long and slender, and it fits snugly in my throat as I swallow.
I push forward until my nose is flush against his pelvic bone, his cock blocking off my airway.
My stomach clenches at the satisfaction of being stuffed full of Preston, of having such a delicate and vulnerable part of him suffocating me.
Holding him in my throat, I rub circles on his perineum and roll his balls in my palm. Underneath me, Preston thrashes, body undulating and thighs clenching around my shoulders. He’s covered his mouth with an elbow, but that doesn’t completely muffle the sound of my name as he babbles incoherently.
My lungs protest and my head feels a little faint.
I reluctantly pull off him to drag in a breath of air, but I take the opportunity to probe my tongue into his slip.
I’m rewarded with a burst of pre-cum and it’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in my life—light, clean, only a hint of musk.
Preston’s muffled cries turn a little frantic, a little alarmed—he must be close.
I up my efforts, increasing my suction. I tug lightly at his balls and press my thumb more firmly into his taint.
With all the spit I’m drooling, my thumb slips down and runs over Preston’s hole.
It wasn’t my intention to go there, but it does the trick.
Preston screams into his elbow and he tenses with his orgasm. Sweet, sweet cum spills into my mouth.
I rub my thumb over his hole as his muscles contract and relax like he’s trying to suck me inside.
God, I really want to be in there. I want to taste his ass, then sink myself deep inside his body.
I want to wrap myself around him and thrust into him.
I want to see the expression on his face as I stretch him wide and touch him where no one has ever touched him before.
I want to flood him with my cum, fill him up with it.
Without thinking, I press my thumb into his hole. He’s not loose enough for me to get in, but more cum shoots into my mouth. I swallow it down, every single precious drop.
Preston’s trembling with aftershocks when I kiss my way up his delectable body. When I get within range, he attacks my mouth, his tongue searching out every nook and cranny like he’s trying to taste himself on me. There isn’t much left, I’ve swallowed as much of it as I can.
Then suddenly, with his hands on either side of my face, he pushes me away to look me in the eye.
“I want you to ejaculate on my face.”
My brain short circuits. “What?”
“I want you to ejaculate on my face,” he says again, slower this time, enunciating clearly so there’s no way for me to mistake his words.
“Uh…”
My hesitation makes Preston second-guess himself. “Is that okay?
I hurry to nod. “Yep. Mmhmm. That’s definitely okay. I can definitely do that.” I roll off him, strip naked, and I’m back on the bed in less than half a second.
“Like this.” Preston tugs me into position.
My brain is legit exploding as I kneel on the bed with his head between my knees. Preston’s eyes are glued to my dick, hard and leaking, pointed directly at his face.
He opens his mouth and angles up to take my cock between his lips like he’s a seasoned cocksucker. He swirls his tongue around the head, wiggles his tongue into my slit, and grazes his teeth ever so lightly over the sensitive flesh.
“Oh, fuck.” I grab the headboard to keep from shoving myself all the way down his throat.
Preston furrows his brow. “Shh.”
Oh god. It’s so incredibly hot when he shushes me. I turn my head and bite my arm.
Then he turns his attention back to my cock with a look of intense concentration, the same one he gets when he’s deep into his work. “Can you stroke yourself? I want to see how you do it.”
How can I possibly say no? I spit in my palm then take myself in hand. My spit combines with Preston’s and it’s way more erotic than it has any right to be. I start slow, with long, even strokes. Preston’s mouth hangs open as he watches, eyes following every move.
Gradually, I pick up speed, adding a twist at the end. Preston makes a surprised little sound like he’s stumbled upon the most interesting scientific discovery.
His lips are red and bruised. His cheeks are flushed and rosy. His hair is in disarray on the pillow. He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
He opens his jaw wide and sticks his tongue out like an invitation. I can’t resist. I gently rest my cock on it, sliding an inch into his mouth. He hums and tugs on my hips, encouraging me forward.
“Are you sure?” I ask in a strangled voice.
He nods. “Mmhmm.” And he tugs on my hips harder.
I’m careful as I ease in farther. His eyes roll backward and his eyelids flutter as he moans. The vibrations travel up my dick, hitting me deep, and it takes all my self-control not to come right then.
I don’t give him more than an inch or so, pulling out well before I trigger his gag reflex.
Slow and gentle, it’s more like I’m stroking his tongue with the head of my dick than any kind of face fucking.
But god, it’s so good. My balls draw up, my stomach clenches, and when Preston lets out another satisfied groan, it’s too much for me to hold back.
I don’t pull out fast enough and the first spurt lands on his tongue. His eyes fly open and his jaw drops as more cum shoots from my cock. It lands on his chin, his cheeks, his nose, ropes and ropes of cum until my balls are turned inside out.
Without thinking, I rub my cock over his face, spreading my cum around. Preston lets out a satisfied moan as he turns his head side to side to make sure I don’t miss any spots.
Jesus Christ. I’ve given Preston a facial. I’ve painted his face with my cum. Seeing him so innocent and yet so debauched only makes me love him more.
I scoot down and clean him up with long, thorough licks. Then I feed my cum to Preston who hums like it’s the most mind-blowing thing he’s ever tasted. And fucking hell, if I wasn’t so drained, I’d come all over again.
When he’s finally clean, I cuddle up behind him—my big spoon to his little one. That’s how we fall asleep. I’ve never slept so well in my life.