Chapter 7 #2
I glanced at our bed. Having him in it while we were on the road would be nice. It would ease the loneliness and keep my cravings for men out of my system. He’d be safe. “Yeah, sure. I’d like that.”
Biting his lower lip, he shifted closer, cupping my cheek. “I’ve been thinking about last night all day.” He pressed his mouth against mine and then opened, slipping his tongue between my lips.
Fucking hell, he tasted good. Who needed a nap? My cock swelled as I slanted my mouth on his, capturing him in heated kisses.
With a whimper, he rose and sat on my lap, facing me, pushing our firm dicks together through our sweats. As his kisses grew urgent, he rocked his hips.
A wave of pleasure rolled through me as his stubble scratched my chin and his bangs bounced across his forehead. The man was stunning, and I became putty in his hands.
He broke the kisses and pressed his forehead against mine while both his hands rested on my cheeks. “Want to undress? What are you comfortable with?”
“Almost everything, except…” Fuck, I’d never had anal, and I didn’t know how I’d like it or if I would at all. I’d only had rushed encounters with men. “I’ve only done hand jobs, like we did last night, or blow jobs.”
“Okay, no worries. I’ll take good care of you.
” He climbed off me and stepped back. Keeping his gaze fixed on mine, he shimmied out of his shirt and then slid his sweats down his legs, the tip of his solid cock poking through the band of his skimpy briefs.
“Do you want to suck me first?” Pulling the band of his briefs down, he freed his thick cock and stroked it.
A soft moan released from his throat and his eyelids hooded.
“Fuck…” My balls ached and my dick pulsed, leaking precum. As my mouth watered, I said, “Yes. Come here.” Shimmying to the edge of the couch, I waved him to me.
He stepped closer and nudged his cock at my lips. “Suck it, Volkov. I want you ready to burst when I go down on you.” He raked his fingers into my hair and pulled.
Here I’d assumed he’d be more submissive. Hell, whatever he did, I was on board. Every time. With a groan, I fisted the base of his dick and flicked my tongue across the head, his salty precum flooding my mouth.
He gasped and clutched tighter to my hair. “Yes, more.”
With a hard swallow, I took him in deeper, bringing his crown to the back of my throat.
As his cock twitched against my tongue, I lapped at his shaft and fondled his tight balls.
“Oh, fuck, more.” He rocked his hips. “Can I…can I fuck your mouth? Please? I need it.”
Nodding as best I could, I quickened my pace, pumping his cock with my mouth, swirling my tongue at the tip.
With guttural moans, he pushed on the back of my head in sync with his thrusts. “Fuck yes. So good. Feels so fucking good. Keep going.”
He was a talker. I loved that. I stayed on him, swallowing the head as it hit my throat, and in a few minutes, his dick swelled further.
“Gonna come. If you don’t want to swallow…” He gasped and yanked on my hair. “Oh, fuck.”
Sucking him in deeply, my cheeks hollowed. I was not pulling off. I had no problems blowing a guy. His cock jerked inside my mouth and hot cum spurted against my tongue. I swallowed it down, licking his cock as it slowed, and I released him.
“Damn, Alex, you know what you’re doing.” Panting, he crouched down between my legs and, cupping my balls, placed hungry kisses on my mouth. “Your turn.” With a wicked grin, he pulled the waistband of my sweats and underwear over my aching cock. “Lift your hips so we can get these off.”
“Absolutely.” I was so ready for this. As I raised my hips, he slipped my clothing down and off my legs. My cock stood tall between my legs, precum beading at the tip.
“I didn’t get a chance to look at you last night and damn, you do not disappoint.” As he swept his tongue across his lips, he let out a soft moan. Fisting the base of my dick with one hand, he flicked his tongue across the head. “You taste good.”
With a sharp gasp, sensation rocketed through me. I was, indeed, ready to burst after blowing him. “Word of warning, I won’t last.”
“Good, then you’re right where I want you.” He placed a slow lick up my shaft and then surrounded the crown with his lips, his tongue plunging against my glans.
“Oh, fuck.” My thighs pebbled with goosebumps and my cock twitched, releasing more precum as a shock of pleasure rolled through me.
“Yeah, that’s it.” I threaded my fingers into his curls and gripped them, my hips rocking of their own accord.
I hadn’t had a blow job from a man since the start of last summer. It had been way too long.
While cupping my balls, he devoured my cock, taking it deep into his mouth and swallowing over the head.
As sensation crested, I fought to hold off my climax and freed a ragged groan. I wanted it to last longer than a few seconds.
He pumped faster, sucked harder, and moaned.
As the vibration sparked a shudder through my body, I gritted my teeth. “Fuck, close…” He’d swallow, wouldn’t he? He didn’t strike me as a guy who wouldn’t.