10 - Andy Jacobs
10
Andy Jacobs
All night, I’d been eyeing Dan against better judgment.
All night, I’d had to bite my tongue and hold back.
I’d been telling myself all week that I was going to move on from him, that I’d hookup with someone else tonight, that I didn’t get hung up on anyone over a single slip, and Dan wasn’t going to be different.
And yet every bone in my body ached with the need to be close to him. Every muscle seemed to want to turn toward him, like a flower following the sun, a wolf tracking its prey, and I did feel like a wolf.
Moody.
Watchful.
Dangerous.
My thoughts kept going to where they shouldn’t, to memories of Dan looking overcome, to fantasies of what he’d look like beneath me, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed with lust, hands holding onto me for dear life as he submitted to me and I gave him the best ride of his life.
Things that wouldn’t happen.
Shouldn’t.
My throat still tightened with how much I wanted it.
And yet he’d looked at me.
And I’d looked back.
And he’d gone to the bathroom after leaving his new friend .
I shouldn’t have followed.
I shouldn’t have made some shit apology to my should-be date and stalked behind him like a guy on a mission.
But no sooner had the door closed behind me, my lips were already crashing against Dan’s, and I was pressing him against the nearest wall, getting my hands on him, getting him as close to me as physically possible.
I couldn’t not.
Dan James had gotten under my skin, and this would be the last fucking time, but I needed it .
Just once more.
Just this once.
We kissed like we were starving, like this was our last meal on Earth and somehow, I managed to push him into the stall that guarded our secrets, closing the door behind me and getting ready to get on my knees again, before Dan stopped me and said, “I’m sucking your dick, and you're going to come down my throat.”
My mind went momentarily blank at the sound of that.
My cock was already so hard, I was afraid I was going to come in less than thirty seconds, but I needed to make it last.
Dan went on his knees in front of me, his heated, daring eyes looking up at me as he reached with a whole lot of determination for my belt, undoing it, then my jeans before reaching my boxers.
My hands were making a mess of his hair, enjoying the power of being this far on top of him, the sight of his eagerness making my dick get even harder before he stopped, looking a little uncertain.
It was to be expected, since the size of my dick could be seen even through the fabric, something that intimidated even the most experienced, and, as far as I knew, Dan had never even thought about doing anything with a man before. He was a straight man trying his hand at bi-curiosity for the first time, and I thought it was just now catching up to him that maybe he had bit more off than he could chew.
I scratched the back of his neck in a way that I thought would be comforting, because there was this feeling in my chest eating at me, one that told me of the imperative that Dan had a good time, that he enjoyed this, that he left this thinking it had been the second best experience of his life, and nothing less would do.
I wanted to ruin him for anyone else.
This is just casual .
Try telling the caveman side of me that.
“We can do something else if you want.”
I just didn’t want to get out of here, not now when he was mine, not anyone else’s.
The thought should have been concerning but I brushed it off.
Dan raised his eyes at me, a mixture of irritation, unrestrained desire, and uncertainty in them. “No, we're doing this. I want this,” he said, all stubborn and determined, eyeing the outline of my dick again, his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip almost absent-mindedly.
Fuck .
“Fine, but it's not going to bite, that would be you ,” I said, voice teasing with a wicked grin spreading on my lips, my hips pushing a little toward him out of their own volition.
He still stared at my crotch like it contained all the answers to the universe’s mysteries.
“What if you don't like it?” he asked, voice bitter but with a hint of insecurity beneath it.
Fuck, I could just eat him up.
He was just so irritatingly adorable, so fucking fuckable, I wanted to pull him up and dig into his mouth again, I wanted to make him moan–
Later Andy. Later.
I pulled his hair so he would look up at me. “It’s just sucking, licking, and using your hands, there isn’t that much that you can get wrong.”
No one else will get to see his first time sucking dick.
Then I got a very bad, very horny idea. “Unless you want me to tell you what to do?”
He immediately glared up at me even if I could see that his pupils had dilated, eating up most of the color of his irises.
He wanted it. And he wanted it bad .
My blood was starting to boil in my veins.
I wanted so badly to tease out the submissive side of Dan that was desperate to come out, but that had to be up to him.
He bit his lip, and I resisted the urge to put my finger in there, in his mouth, to feel his tongue against it the way that it might feel on my cock.
“Are you going to be an asshole about it?” he asked, tentative even if more than a little tempted by the idea.
“I’ll be the best gentleman,” I said, squeezing my grip in his hair and watching his breath hitch.
After a second, he said, “Fine.”
And so we got started.
I told him to push down my boxers, then take my dick out and give it a good, long stroke, and as he did, I trembled all over. He raised an imperious eyebrow at me, looking very pleased with himself, especially with the drop of precum on my tip, before he went to lick it.
Lick. It.
I grabbed his hair harder. “Are you trying to make me come already? I have more stamina than that,” I growled.
“I was just trying it out,” he said with the least innocent look in his eyes I’d ever seen in my life.
God, I hated him .
I wanted him so bad I could explode right now.
He tried it again. He didn’t seem to dislike the taste of it on his lips, licking them constantly, and all I could think was that at some point, some other man might get to enjoy this.
The submissive Dan. The open, eager, daring one.
Don’t think about it .
Even if just for a night, he was mine, and that had to be enough.
I took my cock in hand while cradling his head with the other. “Part your lips and suck at the tip. Give it a little tongue action if you like it so much.”
Dan glared up at me, but still did it. There was this faint blush on the top of his cheeks that told me he loved it way more than he wanted to admit as he gave me a careful suck that made my toes curl.
Dan had now my whole crown inside his mouth, and he was licking it softly, tentatively, getting a feel for it, looking like he very much liked it, before raising his gaze to meet mine as if looking for approval.
My gut tightened with want. “That's it. Keep going.”
I didn’t let him get too much of my length in his mouth, only in small increments, and as much as in the beginning Dan had gone at it with determination, slowly, he was starting to soften, to get more into it, to enjoy it, to submit to the experience, even going as far as moaning when I told him to go to my balls to give me a breather. He sucked each into his mouth and fuck , the sounds he was making would be my undoing.
He might not be a pro at this, but watching him give in, hearing him enjoy it as he discovered his taste for sucking cock?
This would be imprinted on my mind for years to come. For my entire life .
And I needed not to waste a second of it.
I pulled him back, and fuck if his lips didn’t look just the most completely fuckable ones I’d ever seen in my life, all rosy, shiny with spit, his cheeks flushed and eyes dark with lust.
An idea popped into my mind, one that was almost too good , and although I wanted to keep it to myself, it still burst out of me.
“Do you want me to fuck into your mouth, or do you want to do it?”
Dan’s nostrils flared with desire, and he looked back at my hard length right in front of him, licking his lips again because he said, sounding a little hoarse, “You do it.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, because my stomach was so tight with want I almost couldn’t handle it.
“I want it,” he said, sounding like an admission, like he didn’t want to say it but couldn’t help it either.
Looking vulnerable.
And I wanted nothing more right now than to take care of that vulnerability.
So when we got into position again, I told him, “Pat my leg if you want me to stop.”
Dan gave me a curt nod.
Then I started. I got hold of his hair and started slowly pushing into him in small increments again, because I wasn’t a complete ass, and I wanted him to like it, almost more than I wanted to like it, a fact I didn’t want to look at too close, but the more I went, the more Dan seemed to get into it, and I went from fucking slowly into his mouth to having Dan pulling and trying to swallow me down his throat.
“Are you going to be a brat?” I asked, pulling him back completely, balls close to bursting.
Dan glared back up at me. “I’m not a brat.”
“Aren’t you? Because good boys behave and do as they’re told.”
Dan’s blush came back with full force, because he fucking liked it , he liked being a good boy even if he didn’t like admitting to it, and the knowledge filled my lungs with pure undiluted delight.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Dan?”
“Fuck you ,” he said, but it had so little heat it was almost laughable.
“Are you?”
He was quiet.
Then, “I’ll be good.”
Fuck , I squeezed the base of my cock, praying to any god that was listening not to come right now, not yet, but that acquiescence got me pretty fucking close.
We got into it again.
And this time, Dan didn’t try to take more, but he took what was given like a natural. He moaned, the vibrations of it going straight to my dick and I moved my foot just so I would know–
He was hard . I had my foot against his groin and he pressed himself against me as I increased the pace of my thrusts.
I was getting close. So fucking close.
My hand went to his nape and I thrust slightly deeper into him, never reaching his throat, but with how heavenly his mouth felt, I didn’t need it.
Still, I needed to tell him, “You better pat my leg if you don’t want me to come in your mouth.”
But he didn’t do that. He got hold of my legs and held on for dear life as I thrust and thrust and thrust into him, as he pushed himself against my foot, and the pleasure all coiled in my balls before with one shaky thrust I felt myself start to come.
Dan kept sucking. He sucked as my oversensitized cock started spilling ropes of come, and I felt him swallow.
As soon as I was done, I pulled him up, kissing him wildly, tasting my come from his lips, fucking him with my tongue at the same time as I pushed my hand into his jeans and under his boxers, making Dan groan into my mouth.
Our breaths were heavy, and as I looked at him, eyes shiny, lips swollen, eager to come, I didn’t know how I was going to leave here and never do this again.
Dan still had a vulnerable expression on his face, and after swallowing, he asked, “Was it good?”
“I think you know it was,” I said, brushing my thumb over his lower lip, gut tight, my other hand still rubbing against him.“Ten out of ten, would do again.”
Shut up and leave it alone.
I couldn't.
“No room for improvement?” Dan asked, toying with the buttons of my shirt.
He looked so adorably flustered by my praise, I wanted to bite him with how cute he was.
I so badly wanted to kiss him again even when I knew I shouldn’t.
Still, as I kept staring at his lips and remembered the sweet way in which he’d submitted to me and my orders, the words escaped my mouth.“You were wasted being straight.”
His eyes flitted up to mine. Silence.
Leave it alone.
I didn’t listen.“The second I saw you, I knew I wanted you writhing under me. I wanted to know what your lips would feel like around my cock, and I wanted to steal you right then and there under your girlfriend’s nose.”
Dan was silent for a beat, but the blush rising up his chest spoke miles, as did his quickening breath.“A conceited asshole, as always.”
I huffed, even as I leaned in to suck a wicked kiss on his neck. There was this feeling in my chest, warm with fondness and need , and it only grew when Dan’s hand lowered to my stomach, where he took hold of my shirt.
Just go home and be done with it , the little voice of reason said in the back of my head.
We stared at each other, Dan’s ragged breaths between us.
“I guess this is it then?” Dan asked.
And with that, the decision was made for me.
We weren’t done at all.