Gale #3
Taking that as his cue, Ozrik did the same with mine. Goose bumps prickled my flesh, even though it wasn’t cold. My nerves were live wires, snapping and zapping with anticipation.
Ozrik scanned my bare chest, lips curling into a grin. “I can see you better tonight.”
I didn’t think I was much to see, but he seemed pleased.
He kissed me again, saving me the trouble of finding words to respond. His necklace dangled between us, and I almost laughed into the kiss, remembering the engraving.
We couldn’t stop touching one another, exploring, savoring, and memorizing.
In time, Ozrik made his way south and thumbed the button on my pants before lowering the zipper.
Then, he did the same to his own. With his higher position and the loose style of his jeans, they slipped low on his hips, catching on his thighs, and exposing his underwear and the prominent swell in front.
I was in a similar state, and Ozrik unashamedly stared at my cock where it pressed against my open pants.
“I want to taste you, Gale.” He dragged a hand over my erection, pushing my pants aside to give it more freedom.
I whimpered.
“May I?” he asked when I didn’t respond coherently.
I nodded, hoping I didn’t look as desperate as I felt.
He snagged my belt loops. “Lift up.”
I lifted, and he pulled both my pants and underwear down. He didn’t remove them completely, and my legs were trapped, but when his hot, wet mouth met mine again, I forgot to care. His tongue lanced mine as he fondled my bare cock, gently stroking and rubbing his thumb over the tip.
He ground our erections together, and I was sad his was still nestled in his underwear. It was my turn to take action. I fit my hands under the band and shoved them down.
Contact.
My skin blazed.
My blood surged.
I groaned and arched into him.
Kiss drunk, while I tingled with the mounting pleasure, Ozrik broke from my mouth and shimmied down my body. I barely had time to take a breath when his tongue flicked my tip.
I clamped my eyes shut and puffed a forceful exhale, squeezing my hands into fists and trying to hold back the orgasm for as long as possible. When his hot breath ghosted my shaft, I quivered and nearly lost the battle.
Then, Ozrik wrapped his mouth around me and sucked me fully down his throat.
I made the most embarrassing noise and bucked as an explosion of sensation tore me apart. Grappling for something to hold onto, I fisted a handful of his hair as he bobbed on my cock.
Ozrik gave me the blow job of a lifetime. No, I had nothing to compare it to, but my brain was officially shattered. Sadly, I didn’t have enough time to enjoy it since I came in under a minute.
With my fingers threaded through his wind-wild hair, I held on for dear life as he sent me rocketing to the stars.
My ears rang as the intensity faded.
Never in my life had I experienced anything like it.
Ozrik kneeled, one knee on either side of my waist as he stroked himself, peering deep into my eyes. I should have offered to return the favor and licked my lips, considering. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I was unable to voice them. If I’d had more time to mentally prepare.
Ozrik didn’t seem to mind or care.
“You come so beautifully, Gale. I could suck your cock all night.”
I clutched his thighs and urged him closer, licking my lips. One taste. A trial. I could do this.
As he stroked himself, I lifted my head and stole a tentative lick over his crown, catching a bead of fluid.
Ozrik groaned and stroked himself faster.
Encouraged, I dragged my tongue up the length of his shaft once, earning another taste when I reached the end.
“Fuck.” He panted and jerked faster. “That’s good, Gale. So fucking good.”
I did it once more, but before I reached my destination, he tried to move away.
I clung to his thighs, determined to do at least this. It wasn’t a blow job, but it was something.
He tried to move again, and I prevented him.
“Gale,” he grunted. “I’m going to come. You might not want your face painted. Fuck. I’m close.”
No. I wasn’t chickening out. “Do it,” I whispered, flicking his tip one last time.
Ozrik’s nostrils flared, and he vibrated as his orgasm built up steam. One last lick up his shaft sent him careening over the edge. He shouted with his release, and I ended up covered.
Ozrik braced himself on one hand as he rode out the final tremors. As he came down off his high, he laughed. “Fuck. You’re covered in my spunk.”
I was, but I couldn’t stop grinning and licking my lips. “I think you got some in my eye.”
“I think I got some in your hair.”
Instead of finding something to clean me up. Ozrik kissed me, cum and all. It was messy and somehow incredibly arousing. The kiss didn’t last. We both broke into a laughing fit that wouldn’t stop.
“I’m the devil incarnate,” Ozrik said.
“Why do you say that?”
“I’ve taken a nice, sweet choir boy, who was on the road to priesthood, and I’ve ruined him.”
I snorted. “Not ruined. Definitely corrupted, but my priesthood days were long ago over.”
Sobering, he asked, “Are you okay?”
“Couldn’t be better.”
“I really like you, Gale.”
“I really like you too, and I don’t have regrets.”
“Good.”
Ozrik found a rag in the trunk and returned with it, along with two bottles of water and snacks.
We cleaned up the best we could and dressed, lying back against the windshield again, peering at the sky.
Heads together, we munched pretzels and Cheez-Its and chatted about everything from our favorite movies to our favorite bands.
Ozrik asked me about books, photography, and my time at the campground, and he told me about his history chasing tornadoes.
I talked about growing up with Olivia, and he told me about his best friend Vern.
Twice, he tried to get static to jump between our fingers, but it didn’t work.
“You feel it, though, don’t you?” he asked.
“I do.”
“Zap.” He poked my nose.
“Zap.”
We didn’t get back to the motel until after midnight.
If we thought the late hour meant escaping the mob, we were wrong.