Page 164 of Bad for Me

My lips quirk at the sounds he makes, and he glares. My smile widens.

"Will you let me try something?"

"What?" he asks, looking alarmed.

"Nothing bad, calm down. If you don't like it I'll stop, I promise."

"What is it?" he repeats, a little more calmly but still clearly apprehensive.

"How much do you trust me?"

"Like out of ten?"

"Sure."

"Maybe a zero point five."

"Ouch," I say with a chuckle. "But I can work with that. Lay back."

The look he gives me would make a lesser man wither. "Do what now?"

Not one to be intimidated, I push in closer, stepping up on the seat I was kneeling on. "Lay back and bend your knees so I can give you the best blow job you've ever had in your life." I take his mouth in a quick, rough kiss. "Come on Daddy," I say teasingly against his mouth, pushing his chest back. "Just a little kiss, I promise."

He looks like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes wide and afraid. But his cock is clearly on board with the idea, twitching and leaking for me. He lets me push him down, and he lays his back flat against the deck. Despite how warm it is, his nipples are puckered, and I have to take a moment to show them some attention. I give them each a kiss, a lick, and a suck, biting down gently before continuing a path down his body.

I'm trying not to groan too much, in case it throws him off, but I feel like I've waited forever to get to explore his body this way. I relish every inch. Running my lips and tongue over him on my way down in pursuit of his cock. I’m just barely able to hold myself back from rubbing my face in his happy trail the way I’ve envisioned.

When I'm back between his legs, I suck him long and deep, relaxing him and getting him primed to feel my mouth in other ways. I use my hands and fingers to knead the insides of his thighs, play with and massage his balls, and squeeze his ass cheeks. He gets a little shy when I start exploring his butt, but as I continue, I discover he’ll let me do just about anything with his cock in my throat. I bob on him, letting my saliva drip down his shaft. When he's comfortable enough to start bucking his hips, getting lost in the sensations, I kiss my way down the underside of his cock, sucking and leaving little hickeys along the ridge of that vein that I am quickly becoming obsessed with.

I use the excess spit and pre-cum as lube to continue stroking him while I gently tickle his balls with my tongue. My balls are ultra-sensitive, and I don't love rough treatment of them, so I'm cautious as I take each one and gently roll it in my mouth. Henry makes a soft "oof" type of noise and I pull back, still stroking as I look up at him. He's looking straight up towards the sky with his eyes shut tight.

"Not good?"

"Sensitive. But not bad."

"Okay. I'll be gentle," I say, and resume licking over his entire sack with the flat of my tongue, blowing on the wet skin. I love the way he shivers. My tongue darts down lower, using a little more pressure as I tease and lick his taint.

He breathes out a curse, and I smile into his skin. I reach for his hand and place it on his cock, stroking him with his own hand until he does it on his own. I notice him crack open an eye to peek at me, concerned about what I'm going to do with my hands. He tenses a little when I spread his ass cheeks apart, but the moment I go back to licking and sucking on his taint, he relaxes again, his legs opening wider for me.

"Fuuuck," he says on an exhale, his voice shaky. "That's—uh, that's good."

"Mmm," I moan against him, licking a little lower with each pass. He tastes like chlorine and sin, and I have never been as into this as I am right now.

The first time I run my tongue over his puckered hole, he bucks his hips and lets out a startled sound that I quickly memorize and promise myself I won't tease him for. But he relaxes into it, panting as I swirl my tongue around his hole and flick it back and forth. He starts making unintelligible sounds, stroking himself faster, and I know he's close. I press more firmly against him, licking and slurping like his asshole is the best fucking ice cream I've ever eaten. Spreading his cheeks wider, I push my tongue into his hole and he shouts as his cock erupts, spraying cum like a fountain. It lands all over his stomach and thighs and in my hair. He trembles as I tongue him until the last pulses have stopped. Before he can come down from his orgasm high, I crawl over him, licking up every drop of cum I can find while I jerk myself.

Henry pushes me off him, but surprises me when he sits up and whispers, "I want to watch."

Fuck me, what is it about a man that seems so large and in charge, getting all shy and sensitive that fucking does it to me? I both want to coddle him and ruffle his feathers. Rough him up and soothe him. Dirty him up and wash him clean.

"Is that all you want to do, Daddy?"

"Stop calling me that," he says, but he stands up next to me. He keeps his eyes on how I stroke myself before pushing me to sit and kneeling on the bench of the jacuzzi between my legs. His hand wraps around my cock, replicating the way I was stroking myself. Up and down, rotating slightly at the tip.

His eyes are locked on the pearlescent drops of pre-cum, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. My fingers gently comb his hair back off his forehead.

"You can taste it if you want.” His hand tightens around the base of my cock, and he looks like he might run away. "Go ahead, Henry. Give it a little kiss."

His eyes narrow, and I half expect him to push me away or even punch me. I know I'm pushing my luck. Some guys get that post nut clarity where they don't want to be touched after, especially when they're questioning or have repressed feelings about their sexuality.

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