Chapter 12 #3
After getting his fill, Jamie turns his head, nuzzling the side of my cock before opening his mouth around the base.
He hums, sucking at it sloppily, the obscene, slurping noises making precum pool at the tip.
Jamie notices, lifting his head up and sucking the head into his mouth.
His eyes roll back, sliding shut, as if it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. God.
I’m not prepared when his eyelids flutter open. His gaze finds mine as he brushes his spit-slick lips over the soaked tip.
“Do you want to come quickly, or…?”
I open my mouth to answer, and promptly close it.
It’s like Sophie’s choice. I feel like my balls are gonna fall off if I don’t come within the next sixty seconds, but that doesn’t seem fair.
Jamie is basically doing me a favor. And he said he loves giving head.
The least I can do is let him have his fun.
“You can do whatever you want with me.”
I know it’s the right thing to say when his whole face lights up, and he doesn’t waste a second before he has my cock back in his mouth.
My hips rise up with the abruptness of it, of being swallowed down halfway and devoured like my dick is the Last Supper.
I watch his head bob up and down, hard and fast at first, then slow and languid.
He clearly took me saying he can do whatever he wants to heart.
“You like how I taste, Jamie?” I hear myself ask. Except I sound nothing like my usual self, all raspy and dark only a couple of minutes into a blowjob. Is this my sex voice? I had no idea I had one. I’m not a talker. Usually.
Jamie doesn’t let go of my dick to answer, just hums around it, the vibration traveling into my bones.
He suckles on the tip for a while, like it’s a freaking lollipop, before opening up wide and letting my cock fill his mouth again.
I feel it bump the back of his throat, just for a second, before he retreats, hollowing his cheeks on the way up.
“Look at you, taking it so well,” I praise. My fingers twitch, and I allow myself to reach out and trace the outline of his lips stretched around my dick. “Your mouth is so small; I didn’t think my cock would even fit in there. But you’ve taken almost all of it.”
There’s a flash in his eyes, a mischievous glint, and then he opens up wide and sinks down, down, until my whole cock slides in. His nose presses into my pubes, his lips red and stretched ridiculously wide around the base, and he fucking moans.
“Oh. Oh shit. Fuck.” I gasp, then laugh. “Are you kidding me?” I’m sure that if Jamie’s mouth wasn’t stuffed with my cock, he’d be grinning smugly. “Such a show off.”
And he is a show off. Instead of pulling back, he stays like that, my cock down his throat and a blissed out expression on his face.
His muscles contract around the head, repeatedly, sending electric shocks through my whole body.
Fuck, I wanna come so bad, but I also want this to keep going on for-fucking-ever.
Jamie must be having similar sentiments. He looks reluctant as he pulls off, the need for air likely winning. But once he’s taken in a huge breath, he’s back at it, swallowing my cock in one go until I’m lodged back in his throat again.
“You’re fucking incredible, Jamie,” I groan out, really holding myself back from fucking his throat like a mad man.
Jamie moans again, probably at the praise. I make a mental note to shower him with it in the future. Wait, what? What future? Are you planning on this happening again?
While I’m questioning the strange thought, Jamie starts to pull off.
I expect him to dive back in as soon as he gets some air in his lungs, but he doesn’t.
He begins to lick up and down my length, pressing open-mouthed kisses along it as he goes.
He briefly sucks the head in when he gets to the top, then starts licking all over my cock again.
I find myself holding my breath and clenching my fists, eagerly waiting for what he’s going to do next. Most people I’ve been with had a method to the way they sucked dick, but Jamie…he’s a fucking whirlwind, just doing whatever he feels like in the moment.
It's fucking awesome.
And it so happens that the next thing he wants to do is cuddle my cock.
He rubs his cheek against it, a look of utter bliss on his face.
His mouth is parted and wet, hot puffs of air caressing my hip whenever he exhales.
Once in a while he turns his head so he can press a few kisses to my dick before rubbing his cheek over it again.
If he had scent glands, he’d be marking me all over.
“Fuck.” I unclench my right hand, threading my fingers through his hair. It’s as soft as it looks, and I stroke through it just to feel it slide between my fingers. “I’m almost jealous of my cock, now. No one’s ever worshipped me like that before.”
Jamie shoots me a crooked smile before my cock is enveloped in wet heat again. Once he’s taken me halfway, he stops, blue eyes searching out my face. It seems like he’s waiting for some—Oh.
Lips crooking into a feral grin, I move my hand until it’s cupping the back of his neck. “Ready?”
He blinks once, slowly. I give a short laugh, then thrust up into his mouth.
Shallow and careful at first, just testing the waters.
Seeing Jamie’s eyes close, I take it as an invitation to go ahead.
I thrust again, harder and deeper this time, and a drawn-out moan leaves me.
After that, I just let go, trusting Jamie to let me know if it’s too much.