Chapter 20 #2
“You were being pretty dumb,” Cass agrees from above and strokes my scalp in encouragement as I touch his balls. “But that’s nothing a bit of sex ed can’t fix.”
I murmur around his dick, relieved that he thinks I’m fixable.
Even though his dick is the first I’m tasting, sucking it feels like the most natural thing under the sun.
His thighs tense under my touch and when I look up, I’m transfixed by the flush on his face.
I’m addicted to making him aroused already.
I moan when he strokes my cheek and I lean into the gentle petting. The smooth cockhead drizzles more pre-cum on my tongue, and I don’t feel even a little bit shy about tasting it.
The grooves of his stomach muscles tense, creating the most perfect landscape. I want to make him lose control, to see him come, and to hear him moan.
“Oh, you like that, Mattie? How does that dick feel in your mouth?” he whispers and leads one of my hands to the base of his cock.
I squeeze it without thinking, and he rewards me with a gentle thrust with his hips.
His cock pushes deeper into my mouth, all hot and pulsing, and I find myself moaning as lust starts fucking with my mind.
I want him in all the ways, but when I imagine that hard erection pushing inside me, I have to spread my thighs to avoid squeezing them around my own throbbing cock.
His words evoke a chain reaction in my balls.
I only ever knew him as my best friend, but this new, sexual side of him is messing with my brain.
It’s like I’ve only ever seen him in 2D and now I’m being shown a whole new dimension of Cassian Lastra, the hottest man on the planet.
I’m getting to experience his sexual confidence, his lust, and I love every second.
I would love to tell him about it if that didn’t mean having to pull away, but sucking his dick is far too important, so I just whimper to express how much I like it.
I don’t want to compare it to any other sexual experience anymore, because they’re all a blur when compared to this. It’s as if my life is only starting tonight. I love everything. The smell of him, his taste, how hot his skin is to the touch, and how he sounds when his breath quickens.
I know I will never get bored of him.
Overcome by the need to impress him, I recall all the best blowjobs I’ve been given and attempt to imitate what he’d done the night prior.
My lips are tight around his cock as they move down the length to meet my fist, and I roll my tongue against him as I pull my head back up.
There’s something both arousing and comforting about his flavor, so I soon forget myself and groan with pleasure, sucking harder while my own dick demands the attention I don’t have the mental capacity to provide.
No matter how much I itch to come, Cassian’s pleasure is more important, so I focus on the movement that seems to arouse him most.
My hair isn’t long enough to grab, but he still twists his fingers in it, pushing me that little bit further beyond my comfort zone. I want to do it for him though Nothing is dirty or off-limits with him. We can do whatever we both want.
I look up at him with my mouth full. I must make an obscene picture because his eyes darken with arousal. When I take a deep breath through my nose, his scent is even more intense than before.
“We will be doing this all the time,” he rasps, and I nod as much as the position allows me.
Just the two of us, having as much sex as we want to—I love it. I tremble at the thought of greeting him every day with waffles and a blowjob.
Wouldn’t that be the most perfect morning?
Cassian’s thighs tremble, his fingers twitch, and as I drink more of his flavorful pre-cum, it becomes clear he’s getting close.
“Mattie… I think I’m gonna finish soon,” he grunts out, squeezing my shoulder.
I don’t want him to stop. I want to feel him come on my tongue and to swallow it all.
I move one hand over his hip, to his ass, and my cock twitches in excitement as I explore his warm skin.
I pull my mouth off him to speak but still hold that beautiful, thick tool in my fist. It’s slick with my saliva, and I’m so mesmerized by the smooth head that I give it one more brainless lick.
“I want you to come in my mouth. I wanna feel all of it,” I say and down his dick without waiting for an answer.
Come for me, Cass. Let me taste you.
When I put my mouth back on him, his dick twitches, and cum is flooding my mouth, somehow both salty and sweet.
Despite knowing this is what I wanted, I’m overwhelmed, and some of it drizzles out of my mouth before I start swallowing.
Cass presses his inner thigh to my cheek, hooking one leg over my shoulder, and I rest against it, breathless as I shake with an exhilarating sense of accomplishment. It almost feels like coming, but my own balls remain full, and my cock painfully hard.
“Oh Mattie… you’re so hot,” Cass whispers, staring at me from under those long lashes.
His orgasm face is everything. So blissed out, and all thanks to me.
A few curls stick to his sweaty forehead and I have the urge so lick him all over.
With the taste of his spunk still on my tongue, I follow my instinct and delve between his legs to caress his sac with my lips.
It excites me to have such access to him, to be allowed so close.
Deep ruminations about identity and sexuality can wait until tomorrow, because tonight I can only focus on tasting his balls.
I let out a happy grunt and squeeze his ass. “And you’re de-fucking-licious.”
He pushes me away but his smile softens that blow. “A bit too much for now, Mattie.”
I love it when he calls me that.
My lips still taste of him, and I meet his gaze, breathing hard with desire but unsure how to deal with it now. His lips crook upward. “I bet you can’t wait to relieve some pressure yourself, huh?”
Before I manage to say a word, he pushes me back, and I’m sprawled in our hallway with cum still clinging to parts of my face and jeans restricting my hard erection.
I’m about to unzip myself when Cass drops to his knees and leans above me, smelling my skin like an animal ready for a meal.
I love his confidence. It only now becomes clear how tentative he was last night.
“Yes,” I utter. “I need you.” In whatever capacity he wants to give me pleasure. I could probably come from dry humping his leg.
When he cups me through the jeans, I arch my hips into his touch.
“Please,” I whisper.
His breath is like a teasing brush of fingers, but then he licks off the cum staining my chin and undoes my pants in a move so confident I barely recognize him. Not that he wasn’t confident before, but this side of him is new, and I shiver, ready to submit to whatever he wants to do.
“I’m gonna turn you into an absolute gay sex pest,” he whispers into my ear, and when he grabs my cock and rolls his thumb over the head, I’m on fire.
I moan and laugh at the same time. “That will be so easy for you. I will be easy. Whatever you want, whenever you want it, I’m yours.
” And I mean it. He might be the guy whose face I stuffed under my armpit, but now I’m gladly spreading my thighs to make room for him.
My dick throbs in his hand and all I can think of is release from my lust prison.
Naked, tanned, with shining eyes, he is the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and I whimper with delight when he lowers his mouth over my dick and teases it with his tongue.
“Yes… oh God… yes,” I moan, because even the anticipation of his touch is like a powerful drug. The edges of my vision shine with color, and when his mouth takes me in, I can hear the universe singing to us.
Yes. It’s that good.
My fingers slide into his hair and as much as I want to watch him, the force of my orgasm makes me shut my eyes.
“So good!” I cry out as I flood his mouth with my cum. And unlike that time in the car, I’m not confused or shy about it, I know we both want it. My heart is rattling in my chest, and I can barely catch my breath as his clever tongue strokes my softening dick.
I love him. I love him so much.