Chapter 11 #2
I honestly didn’t even recognize her in a black lace one-piece body suit.
Tate catches me looking, even though I wasn’t even checking her out like that, and for some reason, my face decides to flush. Even though we’re in a friends-with-benefits arrangement, and I was only looking out of curiosity, heat settles in my cheeks against my will.
“Thanks, girl! All of y’all look fucking hot!” Kaylee shouts over the music just as Grayson comes up behind her in silk shorts and a lacy see-through top. He wraps his arms around her stomach possessively.
Unnecessary, but whatever.
“’Sup, guys?” he asks over her shoulder, eyeing everyone suspiciously, like we’re trying to poach his girl. Not the case.
“Nothin’ much, bro, just enjoying the party. You?” Jake says flatly, stepping forward a little, as if he’s ready to defend us all. That’s what I love about the kid. He may be an impulsive dumbass, but he’s fiercely loyal to those he cares about.
“Same, man.”
“Wanna dance, babe?” Kaylee asks Grayson, tugging him toward the dance floor. “You guys coming?” she asks in general.
“I need a quick water break,” Tate says. “Spence, will you join me?”
I nod, not wanting him to wander off alone.
“I’m coming,” Daija says, grabbing hold of Kaylee’s other hand as they all head toward the dance floor.
Jake turns and quickly whispers to us. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she’s safe.”
Tate gives Jake a salute, and I thump him on the shoulder, appreciating it because I know Tate wouldn’t feel safe leaving his bestie otherwise.
After Jake leaves, Tate tugs me down, whispering into my ear. “Now that they’re all preoccupied, I’ve got something to show you.”
My interest instantly piques, and my arousal soars to dangerous levels.
At this point, I’m ready to follow him anywhere, and I don’t care who sees.
I’ve thought about his tight little body and plump ass all fucking week.
I can’t escape it. He’s in my dreams and my every waking thought. “Show me,” I growl.
“Oh, baby. I will,” he purrs, and I close my eyes for a moment, unsure if I can handle this level of horniness in public.
He grabs my fingertips, tugging me away from the main area and over to the roped-off stairs.
Tate unclips one of the black velvet ropes and holds it open for me, clipping it back behind us.
“What—”
“Shh,” he shushes me, pressing a finger to my lips before tugging me up the dark steps. The upstairs sky lounge is closed for tonight’s event, so I don’t know what we’re doing up here.
I follow Tate to the very last sky box, and he clicks on two flameless candles that illuminate the intimate little room with a soft glow.
He shuts the black curtain behind us, and we become completely enclosed and protected from view.
A soft blanket is folded up on the bench, and Tate grabs it, shaking it out before laying it on the ground.
“What is this?” I ask, even though it’s pretty obvious.
“Just a private moment for your dick and me,” Tate teases with a wink, dropping to his knees on the blanket and reaching for the button on my shorts.
“Fuck, princess,” I groan. The thumping bass downstairs, combined with the forbidden nature of being upstairs in the sky lounge, has blood rushing to my groin. I can’t think straight, and I’m hard as a rock when he pulls out my dick and strokes it. “We’re gonna get in trouble,” I protest weakly.
“Only if we get caught,” he counters.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Tate licks the precum from my slit before sucking on me mercilessly. “Mmm. I’ve always preferred salty over sweet,” he chirps.
“Jesus,” I groan, rubbing a hand across my forehead as I stare down at this beautiful angel on his knees for me.
Tate grips the base of my cock as he swallows half of it and sucks.
He reaches between my legs, so I widen my stance on instinct, even though I’m constricted by the tiny leather shorts around my thighs.
The moment he makes contact with my sensitive sac, I nearly melt to the ground, and I’m pretty sure my eyes roll into the back of my head for a second.
He gently massages me, rolling my balls delicately between his fingertips.
“Tate,” I moan, reveling in the electricity buzzing beneath my skin as my body nears release. My muscles tense, spasming as I try to hold it off a little longer.
He pulls back for a second, staring up at me with swollen lips and half-lidded eyes. “Come for me, baby,” he demands before shoving his head down on my cock, deep-throating me all the way to the base.
The mangled cry that bursts from my chest is desperate and needy. Embarrassing, even. I bite my lip, attempting to silence the disconcerting groans and grunts, while my cock pulses deep inside his throat. His mouth is incredible, and there’s no stopping the orgasm exploding through my body.
Holy shit.
I came way too quickly, but with Tate, I can’t help it.
He finally releases me with a gentle pop, and I stare down at him in absolute reverence, wondering how I can repay the favor. I want to make him feel just as good as he made me feel. “Let me suck you,” I whisper more confidently than ever before.
I want this.
I want him.
“Yeah?” Tate asks breathlessly. He’s clearly hopeful yet unwilling to pressure me.
Tugging up my shorts and tucking my cock away, I smile reassuringly. “Yeah. I want to.” I drop to my knees and kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue. “Stand up,” I whisper against his lips, feeling relaxed after my orgasm.
Tate scrambles to his feet, and I tug down his tiny bottoms, exposing his silky smooth erection. His tip is glistening and so fucking sexy. I lean forward, tentatively swiping my tongue across his slit, collecting the bead of precum like he did for me.
“Mmm,” he moans.
“It is salty,” I agree, and Tate chuckles before choking on air when I take more of his slender cock into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, grabbing his plump ass and pressing him further into my mouth.
“Oh, God. Spence. Keep going. Keep going,” he chants.
Fuck. I’m enjoying everything about giving Tate a blow job. His sounds, his smell, his taste, and the blissful fucking state my mind goes to while his cock is filling my mouth.
At this moment, I think I finally accept the fact that I like guys. Truly and deeply. I slip my middle finger into his crease, finding his hole and pressing against it while he gently thrusts in and out of my mouth.
“Mmm. Fuck. Gonna come,” he grunts. So I press harder, allowing the very tip of my finger to penetrate him. “Ahh!” he cries out as he shoots down my throat.
Unaccustomed to the sensation, I fight the urge to choke and gag, sucking him clean like he did me. We both lie down on the blanket for a moment, catching our breath.
“Wow,” Tate says in stunned amazement. “That was your first blowie?”
“Mhm,” I confirm, still tasting the salty flavor on my tongue. I turn my head to stare at his profile and his adorable little nose with light freckles dusting it.
“You’ve got some talent there, honey. Most straight guys won’t suck me off.”
He says it so nonchalantly, but the thought of other guys using Tate for their own pleasure really pisses me off. I push the thought away, needing to clear things up with him.
“That’s because I’m not straight. I’m bisexual.” I think I’ve known for a while, but this arrangement with Tate has really put things into perspective.
Tate rolls on his side, propping his head up with his hand. “Yeah?” he asks a little hopefully, even though he’s made it perfectly clear that this is just a friends-with-benefits situation, and he doesn’t want anything more.
I roll over to face him. “Yeah. It’s a new realization. Thanks to you, princess.”
“Well, damn. I’m honored to bring out the gay in you,” Tate says with a teasing smile. “Want me to suck you again?” He glances down at the rather large bulge in my shorts.
I can’t help it. Sucking him off really turned me on. I nod, adjusting myself as I start to sit up, but he presses a firm hand to my chest instead, stopping me. “Stay put.” He crawls down and settles between my spread thighs, staring up at me with pure desire.
I’ve never been this hard before. I know this won’t take any longer than the first time. Especially when he’s being bossy.
Soft fingers slip into the waistband of my shorts, and I lift my hips, allowing Tate to tug them down and over my ass. My dick springs free comically, slapping my lower abdomen with a loud thwack. Tate doesn’t waste any time, immediately diving in and licking me from base to tip.
I moan wantonly, thrusting my hips up and begging him to take more. I have recurring dreams about the first time he deep-throated me. Tate gets the memo, swallowing my crown and sucking hard.
“Fuck. That’s it,” I groan, weaving my fingers into his hair.
“So good.” He starts to go deeper, somehow sucking at the same time.
“Such a good boy,” I growl, and he whimpers around my cock.
Oh. He likes being praised. “You look so fucking sexy right now on your hands and knees with my dick in your mouth.”
Tate swallows my entire length, and his lack of gag reflex is the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed. I see stars and galaxies and whole dimensions. My muscles lock up as electricity zaps down my spine and through my balls.
“Gonna come,” I grunt moments before the first spurt shoots down his throat. “Fuck.” I thrust my hips upward while I hold the back of his head lightly.
He sucks me through my orgasm, and just before my cock gets sensitive, he pops off, grinning wickedly. “I like when you hold my head down. Do it harder next time.”
My eyebrows shoot up, my chest still rising and falling rapidly. “You want me to—”
“Choke me, baby.”
A breathy laugh bursts from my chest, but he doesn’t join me. “Wait. You’re serious?” I ask in near disbelief.
“Yep. You can pull my hair and tell me I’m pretty, too. I mean, if you want.” Tate sits on his heels, staring at me with big blue eyes and swollen lips.