Chapter Four #2
I chuckle under my breath. Something about his naivete, about the innocence he still possesses deep down, makes him endearing.
That is until I turn around, and my eyes land on his body. Even fully clothed, he manages to get my primal instincts to kick in and wash away whatever grogginess has been bothering me the whole day. “I can’t.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Why not?”
“Because.” I put my hands in my pockets to stop from touching him as I round on him where he stands in the middle of the booth. I take a seat on the leather sofa by the wall. “The things I have planned for you? Trust me. You don’t want anyone to see.”
Blake's mouth falls open, and his eyes widen. He takes a step toward me.
“No,” I say, and he halts.
He's already breathing heavily, his chest visibly expanding on every inhale beneath his pretentious salmon t-shirt. I think I’d like it better on the floor. “Strip.”
He shudders.
Perfect.
I recline in the seat, resting my back against the wall, spreading my legs and folding my arms on my chest. Showtime.
“W—What? Just like that?”
I make a theatric by licking my bottom lip. His gaze follows my tongue. “Blake? I don’t like to repeat myself.”
Even in the barely lit space, I can make out the pink hue that washes over his cheeks, the color matching his shirt.
He takes a single deep breath and steps to the side so that he’s standing right in front of me, and reaches for the hem of his shirt before sliding it up, exposing more of his skin than I’ve ever seen before.
I clench my jaw and huff through my nose as he takes it off and tosses it on the floor.
He’s lean, and outlines of muscles appear under his velvety skin as he shifts around. For some reason, I thought he was scrawnier. I can’t say I’m disappointed.
He pauses and looks at me expectantly.
“Go on. I don’t have all night.”
He snaps his head back and glances at the curtain as if to make sure it’s drawn. I do my best to hold back laughter.
“I should warn you,” he says as he moves to unbutton his pants, and it’s clear he’s going for a casual tone. He’s failing miserably. “I charge extra for striptease.”
I run my tongue along my front teeth, my gaze dropping to his waist. “I’m kind of broke. I guess I’ll have to find another way to pay you.”
He lets out a tiny moan and the semi I’ve been sporting swells up to a full-blown erection.
Blake slides his jeans down his legs before taking them off completely and then he straightens up, standing before me with nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs covering his skin, the thick outline of his cock visible even in the dim lighting. There’s barely any body hair on him.
My palms itch to touch, to slide along that smooth skin. I shift around, my hard-on uncomfortable in the prison of my pants. “Tick tock.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and looks over his shoulder again.
“If you’re getting shy already, maybe we should end it right here.”
My words work exactly how I intended as Blake’s head snaps toward me. He shoots me a cock-sure look he somehow manages to pull off while he grabs the waistband of his underwear and slides them down and off his body in one go.
His cock springs free and points at me as he straightens up, proud and confident. “And then what?”
I bite the inside of my mouth to kill the smile that threatens to appear and thread my fingers behind my neck. “I haven’t decided yet.”
I take my time to look him up from head to toe and then back up again, and although my intention is to torture him, I end up torturing myself in the process.
“Come closer.”
He takes two steps forward until he’s close enough to give me a better view but not close enough to touch.
I take one more look at the cock that’s been invading my fantasies before I look up and hold his stare. As soon as our gazes collide, he exhales audibly.
“Have you been thinking about me lately?” My voice comes out hoarse.
He opens his mouth and closes it immediately as if to stop himself from saying what he really thinks. “Maybe,” he says instead.
“Alright, then.” I slide lower in my seat. “I’ll wait.”
Blake’s eyes drop to my groin and linger there for a few seconds. “I have,” he says to my cock.
“During classes?”
He licks his lips. “Yes.”
“At the gym?”
“Yes.”
“In your bed?”
A shudder runs through his body. He hesitates for a moment, and then—
“Yes.”
My cock leaks in my pants, and I’m grateful I’m wearing all black. “Show me. Show me what you do when you think of me.”
Blake closes his eyes, and a tiny moan escapes him.
I know I’m reaching, but damn. I’m dying for it.
He stands like this for a while, lost in his thoughts, heavy pants expanding his chest. And just I’m about to tell him to forget it, that he doesn’t have to do it if he’s uncomfortable, when a moan tears out my throat as Blake looks me dead in the eye, wraps his palm around his cock, and gives himself a slow, full stroke.
“Fuck,” I mutter, not able to contain myself.
As if fueled by that, Blake spits in his palm before grabbing his dick again and twisting his palm around his head.
My mouth waters. “That looks fun.”
His words are shaky when he says, “You have no idea,” and grabs his length into what looks like a firm grip before sliding his hand up and down, slowly, deliberately, teasing us both.
And that’s about as much as I can take.
I rise to my feet and stand in front of him.
The fact that he doesn’t stop what he is doing, pleasuring himself faster now, fuels my desires even more.
I take another step forward, bringing my body close to him but never touching, and lean in to whisper in his ear, “Go sit down.”
He rounds me then, his side brushing against mine. On purpose, I’m sure. He sits on the same spot I sat, his cock still in hand, eyes on me the whole time.
“Stop,” I say.
His hand halts mid-stroke and he whines as he lets go of his cock and rolls his hands into fists by his sides.
His dick rests on his stomach, curving slightly to the left, glistening from his saliva. And I’m just dying to replace it with mine.
I move directly between his spread thighs and lean in, my palms resting on either side of his hips.
I don’t miss how his eyes drop to my lips for a second before rising back to meet mine.
“What do you want, Blake?”
His exhales land on my face in hot puffs, mingling with mine. “I want your mouth,” he breathes out, but before I can blink, he adds, “On my cock.”
I bite my lip and drop to my knees before him. “As you wish.”
He’s panting, his legs restless, squirming by my sides.
I grab the backs of his knees and pull him forward, sliding his hips to the edge of the leather seat. “That’s better.”
“Fuck,” he murmurs once his cock rests just an inch away from my lips, and I take my time to examine it up close for the very first time.
Pre-cum leaks from his tip, and a droplet rolls down his swollen head. Thick veins stretch along his length, pumping blood and making his cock twitch.
I stick the tip of my tongue out and lean in before pressing it to one of the veins and sliding it up, all the way to his head, before licking down until my tongue lingers at his root.
And then he proceeds to shock the shit out of me once again when he lifts his right leg and rests it on my shoulder, sliding his hips forward as far as the seat allows him.
I run my tongue along his slit, making him shiver, before giving him a gentle, barely-there suck of the side of his head and stop, leaving him hanging. “How was that?”
He whines and shifts around. “Don’t play with me, Sawyer.”
“No? And here I thought that’s what you wanted.”
His hips lift in a silent plea as he tries and fails to reach my mouth.
Damn. “So fucking perfect,” words I didn’t mean to speak somehow make their way out. He graces me with another moan in response.
“Don’t torture me. Please.”
My insides twist in my chest. “Well. Since you asked so nicely.”
I lower my head but stop before my mouth makes contact with his flesh.
I grab his thigh with one hand and lift the other until my index finger brushes along his lower lip.
I don’t know if he consciously gets the message, but he dips his head forward all the same and sucks on my finger, slicking it up, swirling his tongue around.
And now it is me who can’t wait any longer.
I dive down and lap my tongue around his head before taking him inside my mouth and swallowing his length to the back of my throat.
He moans around my finger and sucks on it.
I do the same with my mouth.
He turns his head to the side.
I follow.
And when he starts bobbing his head, swirling his tongue around on every ascend, I mimic the motions on his cock.
I never take directions from anyone, but right now, I find myself mirroring his actions, giving him exactly what he unconsciously begs for.
I grab the root of his cock to angle it forward, making it easier for me to give him proper sucks and slide my finger out of his mouth.
He whines when I do as if I took away his toy, but when I lower my hand and slide the spit-slick finger down from his balls, to his taint, all the way to his rim, he gasps instead.
Twisting my head to the side, I give his leaking head a few firm sucks while slowly, carefully circling his entrance.
I don’t plan on sliding in. I’m sure he doesn’t even want me to. But it doesn’t stop me from teasing him, bracing myself for giving him an orgasm he’s gonna remember for the rest of his life.
That is until he all but squeezes my neck with his leg and pants out, “More. Give me more.”
I moan around his cock, trying not to let the implication behind his words get to me, but he speaks again. “Sawyer… Come on.”
My balls ache and I take him in as deep as I can again, hoping that will get his mind off whatever ideas are going through his head, but he grabs my head with both his hands, keeping me in place.
I glance up, his cock still lodged in my mouth.
His pupils are blown, covering his irises almost entirely, making his gaze so intense it ignites sparks within me.
“Please. I need it.”
He’s going to be the end of me.
I give him another suck, making his body jerk up before I withdraw, letting go of his cock, my finger still dancing around his rim. “You need what?”
He lets out a shaky exhale. “You know what.”
He can’t even say the words. And maybe that’s the final straw that makes my brain shut off and say, “Okay. Okay. But it can’t be here.”
“Fine.” He straightens up, the weight of his leg disappearing from my shoulder. “Let’s go somewhere. Anywhere. But I want it now.”
He stares at me intently, his eyes huge. Impatient. Pleading.
I was wrong.
It’s not his body that’s going to be the end of me. It’s those eyes.
I lean back, resting my palms on the floor behind me, and, against my better judgment, I nod. “Dress up. My place is close.”
Blake’s on his feet before I can blink, gathering his clothes, haphazardly pulling them on.
And I know I’ve just made a huge, huge mistake.