Page 28 of Totally Geeked

He takes the hem in his hands, then lifts it over and down to about halfway down my thighs before he climbs off me and takes them the rest of the way with him.

“Is this real?” he whispers, blushing brightly as soon as the words leave his lips.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” I say, adjusting the pillow behind my head. “Are you going to stay there watching me, because if you are, that’s cool. I’m happy to put on a show if that’s what you’d like.” I keep one hand behind my head and move the other to my hard cock, stroking it slowly as he watches.

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he slips the elastic from his wrist, pulls his hair up into a messy ponytail, leaving a few red strands falling loosely around his face before he shifts out of his pants and crawls up my legs. He laces his fingers with mine around my cock, and…holy fucking shit, he’s going to go right in. My pulse thumps in my ears as his pouty lips cover my head, and he sucks me into his hot wet mouth.

“Oh god,” I groan, and he goes down again, pushing my hand away so that his throat can swallow me whole.

His hair tickles the sensitive skin of my thighs as he moves up and down, and as much as I would love to have my fingers buried in those gorgeous strands, I don’t want him to think I want to control any part of what he’s doing, because it’s fuckingperfection. He sucks softly, then harder, moving up and down faster and faster, then slowing as if he can tell how close he’s edging me.

Just when I think I’m going to explode, he pulls himself all the way off, the cool air of the room holding release at bay as he moves up my heaving chest, peppering it with kisses until he’s lying at my side. His hard cock heavy on my leg, he pulls me into a kiss.

The taste of me on his lips is so fucking hot and his tongue fights for control. I brush the hair from his face and slide my hand down him until I reach his tiny white ass and give a squeeze. His cock brushes against mine, and a ripple of energy rolls through me. I move my hand between us, gripping him first and giving him a slow long stroke. A really fucking long one. I didn’t get a good look at his cock when he stripped off. He was so fast, but in my hand, I can tell he’s longer than me, and the idea of him inside me has me inching close to the edge again.

His head is slick with precome, and I roll my palm over it, then bring my hand up, breaking our kiss, and with his gaze locked on mine, I run my tongue up my palm, tasting him. He’s sweet and salty and bitter all at once, and as much as I want to move down the bed and suck him off until his taste fills my throat, I have something else in mind. I coat my hand in saliva and return it to his shaft, only this time I shift my hips so that my cock lines up with his and I wrap my hand around us both.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes, then his mouth is on mine again, his fingers in my hair while mine stroke us together. He rolls his hips into the strokes, both of us breathing heavily as we edge closer and closer.

Then his hand moves to my back, his fingers dig into my skin, and he pulses in my hand. His come coats us both as he moans into my mouth, and I can’t hold on any longer. I work us through the pulses of ecstasy, his fingers digging deep, he breaks away,neck arching back, his mouth slightly open, breaths heaving, gaze locked on mine. It’s the most fucking sexy thing I’ve ever seen. Or at least it was, until he shifts back, slides a finger up the mess of us both and then sucks his finger into his mouth.

“Holy shit, that’s hot,” I say, and he smiles.

“Do you want to taste us together? It’s delicious.” he asks, and I nod. He pushes me back against the bed and moves to sit on top of me, his long cock resting beside mine on my stomach. He swirls his finger through the come on my skin, then leans forward, pressing us together, and I open my mouth for him.

He teases me with it, sliding the tip of his finger over my lower lip, my tongue swipes over the taste of us, and he’s right, it is fucking delicious. I jerk my head forward and latch onto his finger with my lips, sucking it into my mouth, he smiles, then leans all the way down sliding his finger free to replace it with his mouth, his tongue moving inside like it’s trying to steal all of the taste of us from me.

But then his phone chimes, and he pulls away.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, and he smiles and nods.

“It’s a sleep reminder, don’t worry about it,” he says, shutting off the alarm.

“You have the reading tomorrow, you need to sleep,” I say, climbing from the bed.

“It’s fine, I’d rather be doing this than sleeping.”

“Oh, I completely agree, but I would hate if I made tomorrow harder for you and keeping you up would do that.”

He sighs and climbs from the bed too, his impressive cock drawing my eye.

“Are you surrrrre?” he asks, stroking himself once, really fucking slow just to add to the torture.

“No, but I have to be, so get that cute fucking ass into the bathroom and clean yourself up so we can both get some sleep.”

“I can just skip the reading, we can stay here in bed all day instead,” he suggests, and I run my hand over my face as the idea of him fucking me with that long gorgeous cock floods my mind.

“Tell you what, I’ll book us in for an extra night, and then after the reading we can come back here, and you can do whatever you want to me?”

“Ohh, whatever I want?”

“Absolutely.”

His cheeky grin falls just a little, and he sits on the edge of the bed.

“We can’t, you have your first training session tomorrow afternoon.”

“I can skip it, it’s fine. I’d rather be here doing this,” I repeat his earlier words, joining him.

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