Chapter 15 #3
“This close,” I whisper, shivering when his warm hand rests on my nape.
I want it to remain there, or wander to the back of my head and guide me as I taste him.
It’s the first time I’ll be doing this, and I already feel there’s nothing more natural.
Only now I have the comparison to being with girls, and I can see there was always some awkwardness or reluctance on my part, which I couldn’t pinpoint back then.
Not with Logan. I can’t wait to suck that thick tool of his and look up to see his face relax as he comes.
He swallows, playing with the hair at the base of my head, but while he doesn’t say anything, he pushes down his sweatpants just enough to present his rapidly growing cock.
I’m salivating like a man who enters his favorite barbeque restaurant after fasting for two days.
He’s beautiful, and I stroke the hardening shaft with the back of my finger as I marvel at the dark curls growing around it.
I help him pull the pants much lower, which frees my lover to spread his thighs and show me his balls too.
I’m feeling weirdly emotional as I hold them in my hand, breathing fast, but this somehow feels like a big step in the right direction, and this time I’m the one at the reins.
His scent is stronger here and when I inhale it, the excitement rushes straight through my body.
I want to both suck him already and take my time.
And as if his gorgeous dick getting erect right in front of my face wasn’t enough, he pulls his tight T-shirt up to reveal his pecs for my viewing pleasure.
What a fucking beast of a man.
I roll his balls in my hand as I turn my face to kiss his beautiful abs, and once I feel him stir in response, there’s no stopping me. I want to give him everything he needs. I want to make him come and become the best at fulfilling his innermost desires, until he can’t bring himself to resist me.
Gasping, I lick my way past his navel and bury my face in his pubes, but I can’t make myself wait any longer and kiss his dick. It feels like no other part of the body, so rigid under the thin layer of soft skin, and when he inhales, I move my tongue up, all the way to the cockhead.
He tastes so good—fresh, yet his pre-cum is salty enough to make me salivate more.
Wrapping my lips over the head of his dick feels almost like relief, and when I moan in pleasure, his fingers tense up at my nape.
I can hear his breath quicken, and when I glance at him, his stomach is like a wave, going up and down time and time again.
It’s as if I’ve discovered I have a new superpower.
So I hum, rubbing his warm thighs as I try to take him in.
My head is filled with fantasies of him stretched next to me, with that hard dick pointing in my direction, of his scent and wide, handsome smiles.
But this man, who’s so absolutely gorgeous, and who’s saved me from a terrible fate, deserves my undivided attention, so I shake off all the distractions and relax, feeling the shaft all the way up to my throat.
I pull back when the cockhead hits my limit, and it pulses against my tongue as I tease it with playful licks.
I don’t know what’s better, the cock itself, so thick and veiny, or Logan’s little gasps and groans. When he starts rocking his hips as if he wants to fuck my mouth, I remember how he took charge, how he picked me up with ease, how he pushed into me like it was his birth right. Maybe it is.
I want it to be.
He might have told me he’s not good for me, but I know there’s more to him than this cynical exterior. There was real emotion in his eyes when he took me on the day of the wedding, and I’m determined to unearth it. Preferably by letting him teach me more about sex with a man as I take care of him.
I reach back and squeeze his hand, wanting to show him that I’m fine with what he’s doing, and hollow my cheeks around his shaft, eager to drink every bit of flavor clinging to the hard flesh.
This time he can’t hold in a moan, and it gives me a weird sense of pride.
His fingers entangle with mine, his slow shallow thrusts push his cock into my mouth, and I can sense his heart beating faster by the way his cock throbs against my tongue. The whole experience is nothing like I imagined. It’s so much better.
“Pull your pants down. I want to see your ass,” he rasps.
My own dick was rock-hard with excitement, but when he says that, I’m on the verge of coming.
I shove at my jeans before remembering I’m still zipped up and wearing a belt.
There’s a hot cloud inside my skull, making my thoughts blur, but since I need both hands, I tense my stomach and unbuckle myself as I sink lower on his hard dick.
God, it feels so good. Yes, it does make me gag a little when I attempt to take him deeper again, but it’s somehow part of the experience, and I love that he’s challenging my body this way.
The zipper goes down next, and I moan around his dick, feeling saliva drizzle down my tongue and onto his shaft.
Logan grabs the sides of my head with both hands and while there’s no force behind his touch, his grip is steady and he’s happy to use my mouth as his personal Fleshlight.
I love it. That’s what I want to be. I want him to enjoy my mouth with that perfect cock.
I want him to train my throat so I can take all of his cock.
I’m trembling with arousal by the time I manage to pull my pants below my buttocks.
“Yess…” he whispers and thrusts a little faster. “So sweet.”
I grunt in agreement, because I can be as sweet as he wants and just as naughty too. Spreading my knees, I push my ass up so he can see it better, and crook my neck, working on a way to relax my throat. Because I know it’s possible. And if those porn actors can do it, so can I.
I lowkey dream of him pushing his fingers inside me, but he’s injured, and I’m not going to make any demands.
This evening is about him and his needs, so I caress his balls again and focus on the gentle prodding at the back of my throat.
Logan is definitely holding me in place, remaining in control while not pushing me beyond my capabilities.
It’s these little details that make me trust him, and as he pets my scalp, something clicks in the back of my head, and I open up.
“Oh fuck!” he moans without shame and his cock pulses in my mouth, so big and juicy. “I’m gonna… come.”
It’s a warning, but I want him to. I want him to spill into my mouth.
I want to taste it, swallow it, be his vessel.
I glance up and his stomach is so tense, his face flushed.
This is hotter than any porn I’ve seen, so I bob my head, amazed that I’ve done it.
The gag reflex is still there and makes me pause for a moment, but my greed for him is stronger, and I hum with pleasure, waiting for a taste of his hot cum.
I have tasted my own before, but Logan’s spunk is so much more delicious.
He makes the lustiest moans when he comes, and his cum fills my mouth all too fast. I want to swallow it all, but he holds my head in place, thrusting into my mouth and some of his spunk dribbles down my chin.
“God… so fucking good,” he mutters, still rocking his hips, but his cock softens. He’s done, and I’m one hot ball of arousal.
Before I know it, he pulls me up by the arm, and then I’m on top of him, my painfully stiff dick pressing into his rock-hard abs. Logan reaches for my ass and squeezes while still panting.
“Go on, jerk off on me,” he whispers into my ear, sending a shiver down the right side of my body when he bites on my earlobe.
I can’t think anymore. I’m an animal with only rutting in mind, and as I kiss the side of his head, my hand starts a furious rhythm up and down my shaft.
As his cum dries on my chin, I still feel the depth of his flavor, and the soreness at the back of my throat reminds me of what I’ve just done.
I imagine him holding on to the hair on the top of my head and moving me up and down his dick.
It’s a fantasy so visceral the backs of my eyelids flicker, and I come, splattering cum over his beautiful torso.
Logan hums and slides us both a bit lower on the couch.
“I might stay here tonight,” he mumbles, still holding my ass like it’s his personal squish toy. I still can’t believe I’m here. With him.
I’m tired too, but I intend to lie down next to Jekyll in a few moments.
Just need to rest for a little bit.