27. Chapter 27
Torin
No Chance
Translation: I’ll believe it when I see it
Usage: To show disbelief when something you never thought would happen finally happens
There cannot be a more beautiful sight than Beau on his knees for me, pulling down my trousers and burying his gorgeous face in my bulge, my cock straining against him through my boxers.
I shudder as his strong hands reach around to grip my ass, both of us moaning as I grab the back of his head and grind my erection against him.
I’ve missed his touch so much, the incidental brushing of fingers at the gym failing to satisfy the deep hunger inside me.
Until tonight when I’d sat on his lap again, I’d held my ground about letting Beau make the first move.
But I’ve been starving, and now, finally, Beau is going to feed me.
His fingers hook into my waistband and he pulls down my pants, his mouth following, grazing, nipping, greedy, insatiable, as my cock springs free.
On second thought, I might have the honor of doing the feeding tonight.
His pupils dilate as he watches my dick bounce in front of him, throbbing in time with my speeding heartbeat.
“I’ve never…” He reaches out, curls his hand about the head, thumb grazing the tip, gathering the bead of moisture there and smearing it over the ridge, making me shudder. “My first uncut cock,” he says, and I laugh.
“Welcome to Europe,” I say, and stroke myself, desperate for release.
“No, no,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling it away. “That’s my job.” His gaze flicks to my face, to my cock, and back again. Asking for permission. I nod.
My hips buck involuntarily as his strong fist works its way up and down my girth, each stroke a tease, his grip light.
“Fuck,” tears from my throat, raw and desperate, as I arch into his touch, craving more. Beau tightens his grip, finding that sweet spot of pressure, and I gasp. He smiles up at me, but I can barely breathe. I’m not going to last long.
Then he leans in, spits on my dick, my fantasy come true, the wetness cooling as he rubs it in. I hardly have time to register what’s happening before his mouth envelops me, making quick work of my full length until his lips are wrapped around the base.
My head collides with the door behind me as I tremble, experiencing my first deep throat. Downstairs, the house is full of our colleagues, but “Fuck” falls out of my mouth again, too loud, too desperate to keep quiet. Beau is only a few seconds in, and this is already the best head of my life.
I look down in wonder. At him, at myself, thick and pulsing between his lips as he pulls back, tasting, licking, sucking up and down my shaft; he plunges forward again, his eyes flicking up to meet mine, gauging my reaction to his expert mouth.
I almost come right then and there at the sight of him servicing every inch of me, then one seeking hand cups my balls, fingers teasing, lightly tugging, and I see stars.
Fuck.
I want to tell him he’s perfect, gorgeous, mine, but all that comes out are curses and grunts and groans.
My head rolls back again, and I shut my eyes tight, gritting my teeth, trying to make the experience last, my hands gripping the sides of his head as he works my cock like no one ever has before.
But there’s no resisting the soft lining of his throat or the deft swirl of his tongue.
Looking down again, I see his pupils blown wide, dark and ravenous, fixed on me. I can’t hold out any longer.
“Beau, I’m going to come. If you don’t want to—”
But he doesn’t pull back. He picks up the pace as my cock swells, moaning his pleasure; he’s relentless. Faster, slower, faster, faster, his mouth a fucking vacuum, keeping me right at the edge for longer than I thought possible.
“Fuck, I’m—” I gasp out. “Oh, fuck!” My orgasm rips through me, and I make myself watch as Beau sinks to the base of my dick one more time, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes as I deliver my seed down his willing throat.
I watch as he continues massaging my pulsing cock, taking every last drop, throat working, eyes never leaving mine.
Both of us breathing deep, Beau stands, his mouth crashing into mine. I can taste myself on him; I’m still hungry for him. I reach for his cock, ready to return the favor, finding it rock hard… and sticky.
“Did you—” I ask, pulling back.
“I did,” he says with a smile, causing me to groan. “And there’s plenty more where that came from. Pun intended.” Then he’s kissing me again, soft and sweet, as he helps me get my boxers and trousers back in their proper place. “I just can’t help myself when I’m with you.”