Page 58 of Sleep

Jonny Templar was nothing like that freaking Time magazine cover. Nor did the pictures online do him any justice. With his strong shoulders, a nice amount of body hair, dark nipples that I traced with my fingertips as I lowered myself on top of him, he was just gorgeous.

A small whine came out of his mouth as my crotch gently rolled over his. He was hard. So was I. Well, sue me. Jonny Templar was mine. And I was…

“Fuck!” shot out of my mouth as he launched at me, one arm pinning me in place, the other trapped between us as we rolled, and then he was on top of me, hard tugs at my lips with his, his tongue licking up my cheek. He liked stubble. Well, I had plenty of it this evening. His movements were sharp, jerky with desperation. I knew it well, and I would give him what he needed. Whatever he wanted.

“Talk to me,” I breathed. “Tell me what you need.”

“Want…to touch you.”

“Touch me, you can.”

All that bullshit about not being a hugger? Apparently, I was an absolute slut for a hug as we rolled again, this time with my arms trapping him as I tried to take control of all this kissing and completely failed. He wanted to touch me? He could. I wanted that too.

I grabbed his hand and slammed it on my arse, and he immediately yanked at the lace, sliding inside to squeeze of my buttock, . I humped into his leg.

I needed more. Wanted all of it.

He seemed to have found some bravery, now back on top, one hand tugging at lace, pushing everything downwards as his mouth kissed bruises into my neck like he was claiming me, owning me.

He could have me. All of me. All of this, as long as…

Another gasp escaped me, almost loud enough to match his, as his fingers finally closed around my cock, his lips on my stomach.

“Please. Please. Please,” I whined.

I hadn’t been looked after like this for such a long time. Devoured, admired. His nose pushed into my small patch of pubes, long, drawn-out breaths coming from him as my fingers once more found their way into his hair, my head falling back against the pillow as my hips rose off the bed in anticipation, begging for anything. Honestly, anything. I would give him everything he asked for.

“Mabel,” he whispered, his breath warm on my cockhead while his fingers stroked and squeeze my shaft, soft touches that drove me wild. “Make me do it.”

And just those four small words? Fuck you, Jonny Templar.

I wriggled myself backwards so I could do this, his movements following mine, his eyes on mine as I settled against the headboard, the most incredible sight splayed out across my legs.

Oh God. Jonny. He’d be the death of me.

“Open your mouth,” I encouraged softly.

Oh God, indeed. The blush on him. The way his lips trembled as his hand went straight down to his crotch. I hadn’t even seen his cock yet, but just knowing he was playing with himself while I was pushing the head of my cock against his bottom lip, painting a thin line with the bead of wetness sitting prettily on my slit…

Not everyone was into all this. I was, and if I was reading him right, so was he. He needed this, and fucking hell, I needed it too.

Wetness now on my fingertip, I held it out for him to see. His breathing was all over the place as I smeared it onto his top lip, then gently placed my finger on his tongue.

“Lick it off, baby.”

There was more wetness where that had come from, especially when he sucked my digit absolutely clean, let me go with a little pop, then looking up at me, opened his mouth and devoured me.

I had no idea what kind of porn he watched, but I definitely needed to upgrade my favourites if these kinds of things were on the menu. His jaw opened just a little wider as I put my hand on the back of his head, guiding him, my other hand giving my cock a few tugs.

Trust evolution to give the gay twink with the lipstick the giant monster cock. I’m not bragging, because it was too big for most people to handle—a lot of prep required, if I found anyone willing to give it a go.

It was too long to deep-throat, and the girth terrifying, far too wide for his mouth, even though he let me push the head in, his eyes closing in pleasure…as did mine. Oh God. Jonny. He was up on his knees now, trying to get the angle right, loud whiny breaths coming out of his nose as he used his tongue on me, his arm moving like a piston as he jerked himself off.

“Can you take it a little deeper?” I asked.

He let me go, turning to kiss my palm. “Make me do it.”

Oh God. That delicious pain raced through me. I was close. Too bloody close.

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