Chapter 30 #2
Everything else in the world but the touch of Simon’s fingers in my hair and the heat and weight of him in my mouth faded away as I sank into sucking his cock in earnest. I always loved this, but knowing it was Simon sent wave after wave of hot arousal rolling through me.
Listening to the way his breath hitched, his sighs, feeling his fingers tense in my hair, his thighs flexing under me, it was almost too much, too overwhelming.
“Theo,” he breathed, voice low enough that I could only hear it because it was Simon, because I always wanted to hear his voice. “Theo, fuck, so good.”
I hummed around him, moving one hand from where I had it curled around his thigh to slip between my own, whimpering around him as I pressed down on my aching cock through my underwear.
“Holy shit, are you...?” Simon asked. I opened my eyes to see him with his thumb pressed to his lower lip, chest heaving with every breath, eyes dark and glazed as he stared down at me.
“That’s so hot,” he murmured, licking his lips. I shifted so he could see me touching myself, shoving my underwear out of the way and curling my free hand around my cock, thumbing the head to smear precome down the length.
Simon hiccupped, which was my new favorite sound, mouth hanging open as he watched.
I closed my eyes again, bobbing my head in time with my strokes, moving my other hand from Simon’s hip to curl around his cock.
A muffled moan escaped him, fingers tightening in my hair as he panted for breath. His hips moved in tiny, tight thrusts, thighs tensing so hard it made the mattress creak.
He was so perfect.
“Close,” he bit out, but he didn’t need to. His body gave him away, precome spilling over my tongue, cock twitching in my hand.
I hummed in encouragement around him, speeding up, forgetting my own cock to focus on the weight and heat and velvet softness of his sliding over my tongue, nudging the back of my throat with every movement of my head.
The muffled squeak he made as he came was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard The hot flood over my tongue was even better.
I’d done that, I’d made the most incredible man in the world, a man I loved, a man I was getting to keep come his brains out into my mouth.
I swallowed around him, not wanting to lose a drop, heat washing over me in waves so powerful stars danced in front of my eyelids. Fuck. Fuck.
Simon really had ruined me for all other men. No one else was ever going to make me feel like this.
Lucky I was never letting go of him now that I had him.
I didn’t pull back until Simon whimpered, giving my hair the lightest tug. Even then, it was with a twinge of reluctance that I let his softening cock slip free of my mouth, glistening with spit. I licked an escaped drop of come from the corner of my lips as I opened my eyes again.
Simon’s chest heaved as he panted for breath, eyes wide. His hand was still hovering by his mouth, lips swollen from biting down on it.
A ridiculous smile spread over my face as I looked at him. I always thought Simon was gorgeous, but this was the most gorgeous I’d ever seen him.
I couldn’t wait to put that look on his face every day.
“Did you…?” he asked, glancing down at the hand I had on myself.
“Not quite.”
He waved me toward him. I did not need to be asked twice, since near Simon was my favorite place to be, and the nearer the better. The mattress creaked under me as I crawled up the bed, springs squealing as I collapsed onto it, curling up against his side.
Simon chuckled, turning to face me, eyes glinting in the lamp light. They weren’t quite focused, even at this distance, and a little curl of tenderness coiled itself around my ribs as he looked me over as though I was amazing anyway. Even if I was blurry.
He skimmed a hand over my waist, my ribs, catching the fabric of my t-shirt on his way up, not stopping until he got to my chin. The pad of his thumb brushed over my lips, parting them.
Then he kissed me.
I made a surprised sound, half-ready to object, to pull back, to tell him he didn’t have to, but his hold on my jaw tightened and his tongue slipped into my mouth, sliding against mine, lapping at my palate.
Of course. Of course. Because this was Simon, and Simon loved me, all of me, and he wasn’t about to object to kissing me after I’d sucked him off.
I melted against him as his other hand worked between us, hissing as the heel of his palm pressed against me through my underwear. Simon made a happy sound into my mouth, shifting his hand to stroke me.
My hips jerked into his touch, bursts of pleasure going off at the back of my skull and cascading down my spine.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my lips. “Come for me.”
I buried my face in his neck, rocked into his touch two, three times, and muffled a sob against his skin as my orgasm hit, a jolt of pleasure that made stars dance behind my eyelids again as it coursed through me.
I screwed my eyes shut against it, overwhelmed, wriggling closer to Simon, needing him more than I ever had as I ground into his hand, coming in sharp spurts so intense they hovered on the edge of painful.
My bones turned to jello as I finally finished, panting for breath against Simon’s neck. He pressed a kiss to my hairline, nuzzling gently, murmuring something I was too out of it to catch.
Whatever it was, it was in Simon’s soothing, familiar voice, so I knew it was something good.
“Hmm?” I asked when I thought I could trust my voice again. It came out mostly intelligible.
Simon chuckled. “I said, I’ve got clean underwear you can borrow.”
I laughed. Of course that was the thing he’d thought of. My comfort.
“If that’s not… weird,” he added.
I hummed again, wriggling closer to him. I’d want to clean up and take advantage of that offer in a few minutes, but I didn’t want to move any sooner than I had to right now.
“Probably is,” I murmured, settling against Simon’s skin. “Don’t care.”
“Me neither,” Simon said, kissing my forehead. “Hey, Theo?”
“Mm?”
“I love you.”
I smiled so hard it hurt. As long as I had that, I didn’t need anything else in the world.
Except maybe that clean underwear.
“Love you, too.”