13. Walt
WALT
I’m not sure if I’m shaking because I just had a gorgeous man suck my dick or at the thought of attempting to suck his. To be frank, I’m not sure about a lot of things in my life. But this? There’s no question.
“Yes.”
He grabs my hand, gently pulling it down to his briefs. “Take it out.”
My fingers slide against his skin and his dick bobs free like an animal that’s been caged all day and is ready to attack.
“Holy shit, Johnny,” I murmur, unable to blink at the monstrosity before me. “You’re…it’s…this is…”
A steady hand presses against my chest on top of the rhythm pounding inside. His hand on my heart is like the air I’ve been trying to breathe my entire life.
“You can handle it. Go on.”
He nudges me toward his above-average appendage as I crawl between his legs. A bead of sweat trickles down my face, and I race to wipe it away with my shaky hand.
“Hey.” His voice is calm. Steady. Comforting. “You, okay?”
“Yeah…just…shit, I’m so damn nervous.” My laugh feels forced. “I can’t even believe I’m telling you that, but…hell, I’ve also never been naked in bed with a man, so I guess there’s no better time to lay it all out there.”
His fingers trace lazy, calming circles across my shoulders. “There’s nothing to get worked up about. You don’t have to do this. I said we’d take things slow and I meant it.”
“No! No. It’s not that at all. I want to, so bad. I…” I look at anything but him. “I want it to be good for you. I don’t want to mess this up. I…I don’t want you to go.”
He sits straight up in bed, his face a breath away from mine as his palm finds my cheek, which is quickly becoming my favorite thing in the entire world.
“Listen. I promise you right here, and right now, your mouth anywhere on me is gonna feel amazing. You’ve already had your tongue in my mouth, and I haven’t run away. And there’s no way what your tongue did in my mouth is gonna feel bad on my cock.”
“Yeah. That did feel good, didn’t it?”
“It did.” He lets out a soft chuckle. “Do the same thing and I’ll be right here with you. Exactly like when we poured that beer together—no judgment. No rush. Just take your time. Explore.”
My body settles. The softness in his voice makes me wonder what the hell I was so nervous about to begin with.
“Plus,” he continues as he brushes a stray piece of hair across my forehead, “You figured out how to get the right amount of head on that beer…you’ll be even better with this.” He flashes me a smirk as he winks.
I glower with my own half-grumpy scowl. “You said all that on purpose that day, didn’t you?”
“I have no idea what you’re implying.”
I lean in to kiss him, the feel of his lips on mine giving me the last piece of confidence I need to press my hand into his chest, prompting him to lie back down.
I don’t hesitate, taking the final step on that damn metaphorical bed of hot coals and swipe my tongue across the deep slit before me.
He groans in approval, and a shudder rolls through me.
I’m half hard again at the sound. I grip him around the base and surround his thick head with my mouth.
His thighs go rigid as I lick every inch of it before taking in more.
“Fuck…just like that. You’re doing so good,” he encourages as I move farther down his length.
His fingers curl in the strands of my hair, not forcing me deeper, but guiding every motion, as he did through that first icy pour.
I’m intoxicated by his taste, wondering if I could stay here with him in my mouth all night.
I slide further down, taking him back as far as I can, feeling him twitch as I go.
“Goddammit. You sure you haven’t done this before?” he asks through panted breaths.
The corners of my lips tip up as much as they can with a giant cock in my mouth.
But I couldn’t hold it back if I tried. The way he’s so patient with me, the way he makes me feel confident, the way he felt around my dick and the way my mouth feels on his is the best thing I’ve ever experienced.
I move up and down, finding a cadence all my own as he continues to encourage me.
And my heart doesn’t miss the fact that I know he’s not only doing this for his own pleasure—he’s helping me find mine.
A satisfied groan escapes him as I reach a hand down to squeeze his balls, my hips bucking against nothing. I’m pretty sure I would crawl across this floor if he asked me to just to hear that sound again.
“I’m…I’m close.” I pull back as he grips himself, my eyes focused and my dick fully hard, watching him finish the task. My heart nearly shoots out of my chest like a rocket as he utters one final word, finding his release and bowing off the bed. “Walt.”
Not boss. My name.
I’ve never seen a man come from this angle. Watching someone reach their peak in front of me is like working all day to assemble a model airplane, then sitting back to admire the creation. It’s beautiful.
“You did so good. So fucking good for me.”
He grabs a tissue to wipe off his hand, as I crawl up beside him. He opens his arm up, and I lay in the crook, curling into him. I swear to god, if I were a cat, I’d be purring the way he’s praising my actions.
Everything I’ve ever held back on in my life, every risk I’ve never taken, suddenly seems like wasted time.
I think I’m done wasting time.