Chapter Eighteen Boom! Trans People Are Banned from Flying Because of Us #4
“No,” Owen says with bated breath. “Not at all. I was just about to come.”
“Oh . . .” Jacob almost sounds disappointed. “I sort of thought that was the point?”
Owen smiles, still trying to catch his breath as he motions for Jacob to release him. “Here,” he says, scooting to the side
and patting the pillow, ordering Jacob to take his place.
“Are we doing what I think we’re doing?” Jacob asks, goofy smile on his face.
“That okay?”
“More than okay!” he replies, nodding enthusiastically. Lying down, Jacob helps support Owen as he throws his legs over Jacob’s
body to face the foot of the bed. He remembers the first time he did this for Jacob, feeling so nervous at just how . . .
intimate it was to sit on Jacob’s face. But Jacob had been so eager that Owen wanted to try it for him. It only took them
doing it once for it to become a favorite of both of theirs.
Jacob wraps his arms around Owen’s thighs again, keeping him supported as he maneuvers Owen however he wants, pulling Owen down, suffocating himself on Owen’s cunt, his tongue lapping at the nerves.
The muscles in Owen’s stomach contract as he nearly falls over, catching himself on Jacob’s thigh.
Jacob licks him everywhere, pulling Owen back so that he can lap at his clit, sucking like he’s desperate, his spit mixing with Owen’s precum. Then
he cranes his neck, his tongue swiping along Owen’s taint before Jacob goes for his hole.
“Ah, oh . . . fuck . . .” Owen whimpers as he bucks his hips back far enough to ride against Jacob’s long nose, appreciating
how it stimulates his clit; and God, that beard is itching against all the right places, tilting Owen right over the edge. “Jacob . . . shit . . .” he can’t stop himself. “I’m coming.”
“Come,” he commands, voice muffled underneath Owen as his fingers being to flick his cunt. His lock on Owen’s thighs tightens,
keeping him in place as he continues to bounce on Jacob’s tongue, pushing against Jacob’s strong belly as he finally climaxes,
letting out a pitiful, strangled gasp as he comes all over Jacob’s face.
The man’s tongue doesn’t stop for a single second, and Owen is left gasping for air as Jacob continues to eat at him, the
stimulation overwhelming.
“Jesus Christ, Jacob.” Owen collapses forward, his face landing next to Jacob’s crotch. Finally free from the chains of his
favorite thing in the world, Jacob heaves heavy breaths against Owen’s ass, making him quiver.
“Too much?” he asks.
“No, no, just . . . My God.” Owen pushes himself up, breathing still labored. “You didn’t come.”
Owen hears Jacob chuckle. “I think you were a little distracted.”
Then Owen brushes his hair away from his face, diving forward.
Jacob doesn’t keep himself as trimmed as Owen prefers to, which is just how Owen likes it.
He’s always loved Jacob’s body hair and the wild abundance of it.
He feels Jacob’s breath hitch against his hole as he dips his tongue in, flicking it against Jacob’s top growth, causing the man underneath him to shiver.
It’s just big enough for Owen to take it into his mouth, head bobbing up and down.
“Fuck, baby . . .” He tries to rock his hips, but Owen hooks his own arms around Jacob’s thighs, locking the man in place.
Well, as best he can.
Owen uses his tongue to fuck into Jacob, keeping it pointed so that he can work Jacob open, just how he likes. Jacob starts
to whine, desperate sounds that only drive Owen further toward his desire to see Jacob come. He lets out a gasp when he feels
Jacob spreading his cheeks, licking Owen’s hole again.
“Whew . . .” Owen huffs, continuing to rub himself against Jacob’s beard. He’s going to come again; he knows that he can.
Jacob used to love torturing him, seeing just how many times he could get Owen to climax.
His record is three.
This time, when Owen leans back in, he uses his fingers along with his tongue, spreading Jacob’s folds further as he sucks
on Jacob again, working himself back and forth.
“Fuck, baby . . .” Jacob gasps. “I’m close.”
Owen rocks his hips, riding Jacob’s tongue. “Me too.” He works his fingers deeper into Jacob, pressing against his nerves,
licking at his cunt again.
“Fuck, Owen . . . that’s . . .” Jacob grunts, humping Owen’s face as he comes.
It’s all the permission Owen needs to find his second climax of the night.
The room is heavy with warm air, the windows fogged, the light from the lamp casting warm shadows against the wall.
Owen breathes, letting Jacob help him move his legs from around him so that he can fall next to Jacob on the bed.
“Whew . . .” Jacob brushes his hair away from his face.
“I think I need another shower,” Owen tells him, his body sticky and slick with sweat.
“Yeah, just . . . give me a second.”
Owen sputters, tapping Jacob on the shoulder. “Come on, grandpa.”
“Hey! You’re the one with the cane.”
“And you’re the one with gray hairs,” Owen teases, leaning over to kiss Jacob on the cheek. “Come on. Get up.”
“Ugh, fine.” Jacob shifts out of bed, taking Owen’s outstretched hand when it’s offered to him.