Page 39 of Teasing the Winger

“Thank you,” he whispers before moving up in my arms and pressing his lips to mine.

I’m pretty sure he’s using the kiss to change the subject, but I won’t hold that against him. Whatever happened with his ex was traumatic, and he needs time before he’s ready to talk about it.

The kiss starts out sweet and innocent but quickly turns heated. Hands roam over bodies, and tingles of desire shoot through my veins. I’m pleasantly surprised to find my cock growing hard from the pressure of Sasha’s hip.

Without breaking the kiss, I slowly move us so that Sasha is lying beside me. As I lick into his mouth, I grind against his leg, pulling the neediest of mewls from his plush lips.

“You’re fucking intoxicating,” I tell him when we take a break for air.

“Right back at you,” he responds, staring into my eyes with a lust-filled gaze.

I smash my lips back to his, swallowing his moans and whimpers. My cock is now hard as a rock, and I’m hating the barrier of clothes we have between us.

I trace my fingers along the hem of the shirt. “What do you think about ditching these restricting clothes?” I question with a raised brow while I continue to run my finger back and forth across his lower abs.

“Are you sure?” he questions while nibbling on his lower lip.

I nod and push my erection into his hip again. “I want you and these clothes are only standing in our way.”

“Well, you aren’t wrong about that,” he replies with a grin.

We both quickly get to work removing our clothes, leaving only our underwear on before we start making out again.

“Your body is so fucking perfect,” I whisper against his lips as I reposition us so that I’m now on top of him.

I take his lower lip between my teeth and smirk as a needy moan ripples up his throat. I flick my tongue out to lick the area I just nibbled before moving to kiss his jaw, neck, collarbone, and chest. I pause my path down his body to suck on his right nipple, smiling when he bucks his hips into me. I make a mental note of how sensitive his nipples are before continuing down his body.

When I reach his lower abs, I pause and look at him while digging my fingers into the waistband of his briefs.

“Are you sure?” he asks. “We don’t have to go farther than we’ve already gone if you don’t want to.”

It warms my heart that he’s being so kind and understanding, refusing to push me farther than I’m ready. It suddenly dawns on me that we both have areas that need patience, which makes us kind of perfect for each other in a way. It also erases a lot of my doubts. If I can be content with waiting for Sasha to open up about his past, then I have to trust that he’s also telling the truth and really doesn’t care about my lack of experience.

“I want more,” I tell him while trailing my nose along the outline of his penis, inhaling his musky scent. “I don’t think I’m ready for anal, but I do know I want to taste you.”

“Jesus!” he cries out when I mouth at his cock through his briefs.

“Can I?” I ask, pulling at his waistband once again.

Sasha quickly bobbles his head and lifts his hips again so I can shove them down. His cock thumps against his abs once it’s finally free, and I lick my lips as I take in just how perfect he is. His creamy skin is blemish free with hardly any hair. While it’s obvious he grooms I also think that a lot of his lack of hair is simply from genetics. Which is kind of the opposite of me. I’m a hairy guy who shaves every other day to stop my beard from growing in.

After I’ve spent a few moments soaking in how attractive my guy is, I lean down to finally take his thick and uncut cock into my mouth. I let my tongue dance under his foreskin, which has him panting and vibrating with desire. With a gentle hand, I pull his excess skin back and then suckle on the crown before taking him farther into my mouth, hallowing my cheeks as I go.

A hand slides into my hair, pulling gently on the short strands.

“Damn baby, that feels so good,” he mutters with a shaky voice.

I flick my gaze up and hold eye contact with him as I bob up and down on his perfect dick savoring the salty taste that’s coating my tongue.

When I get the courage to take him deeper, swallowing him down my throat, he throws his head back with a loud gasp.

“I’m not going to last,” he tells me, but I don’t stop.

I want his release. I want to make him feel so good he loses control. I want so much that I get lightheaded from the desire that’s shooting through my veins.

With my free hand, I shove it down my underwear and start to jack myself off as I continue to give Sasha what I hope is an amazing blow job. Judging by his needy mewls and whimpers, I’d say I’m doing a pretty good job.

“Shit. Shit. Shit!” he shouts as his cock swells and his delicious load fills my mouth.

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