Page 35 of Totally Fanatic

“So, do we have a deal?”

He closes his eyes, and his tongue swipes over his lower lip.

“Yes. We have a deal. Okay, but just so you know, it wasn’t all sex,” he says, and I stroke him again slowly.

“That’s okay, I want to know everything. Plus, as a bonus, I’ll kiss you again any place you like as you tell me.”

“How about I get to kiss you any place I want to?”

“Okay, whereveryoulike, though, I have a few ideas about where I’d like to see those lips if you are open to suggestions.”

“Fuck. Okay, so you were walking home after a game, down that dark alley by your place,” he starts, and I run the tip of my tongue over his slit. He sucks in a breath but keeps going.

“I was walking behind you, making sure you got home okay because you were alone. I was about to turn away because you were near the end, but then this shape stepped out of the darkness, and they pinned you against the wall.”

I take his cockhead into my mouth again, only briefly, sucking softly and releasing as he sucks in a breath.

“Then what happened?” I ask.

“I ran to you and pulled them off you. They ran away, and I was going to go after them, but you grabbed me, and you hugged me so tight I couldn’t move. Then you invited me up for a drink to thank me for rescuing you.”

“My hero,” I say, stroking him softly and placing a soft kiss on the soft skin of his inner thigh.

He smiles. “I felt like I was your Superman. We went up to the rooftop, and I sat on the lounge while you made us drinks, but when you brought them over, I spilled mine, and you…”

He pauses, the blush to his cheeks deepens, and I rub my tongue up the length of him.

“Tell me, what did I do?”

“You dropped to your knees like you are now, pulled out my hard cock and sucked it deep into your throat.”

“Like this?” I ask, then wrap my mouth over him, holding suction. I swallow him down as far as I can, and his hips lift, pushing his length even further.

“Holy fuck,” he moans, and I back off, only to go down again. Gripping his base in one hand, I swallow him over and over, his taste teases my tongue, and I can’t wait to have him fill my throat. My cock sits hard and heavy between my legs, aching for attention. But I don’t touch it. I want to focus on Lion, on his pleasure. I cup his balls and give them a slight tug, squeezing his base and sucking his cockhead, reveling in the taste of him.

“This is… this…” he says through ragged breaths.

“Humfmm,” I murmur.

“It’s so much better than I imagined. You are… fuck.”

I nudge his knees out further, and on the next suck down his delicious cock, I don’t swallow. Instead, I let the taste of him dribble onto my fingers, then still gripping his base, I slide my slick thumb between his perfectly tight ass cheeks until it finds his hole, and then I hold it there, the pad pressed against him softly.

“God,” he groans, opening his legs wider and giving me the access I need. “I never imagined anything like this… so… so good.”

My mouth moves in a steady rhythm up and down his cock, tongue sliding around his length, feeling the perfect ridges of his veins as he hardens inside me. I gently circle his hole with my thumb, teasing it in time with my mouth on his cock, picking up speed as he arches his hips to fuck my face harder.

I release him for a moment and recoat my thumb in his taste.

“Grip my hair,” I tell him, and then I suck him deep again.

His fingers slide through the strands until his large palm rests hot against my head. Normally, I don’t want a guy to guide me, but as his hips lift and his grip on my hair tightens, all I want is for him to fill my throat, to fuck my face until he explodes, so that I can drink all of him down.

I can tell he’s holding back, trying to be gentle, but I don’t want this to be gentle. I want to feel how turned on I’ve made him. I want him to lose control and just feel. I push my thumb inside and that breaks whatever hold he had on himself. He clenches the hair at the back of my head, bringing my mouth all the way down over his cock. I try to keep my throat open, relaxed, and ready. He’s so thick, so hard, and it’s so very good, making him groan like this. I pull my thumb out and slide it back in, then do it again and again in time with his thrusts, and when the first salty bursts hit my throat, I suck my mouth tight against him and draw out every drop.

There’s more than I can handle, and it dribbles out the sides of my mouth and down my chin. He jerks one more time as I remove my thumb, and with his cock heavy and perfect resting on my tongue, he slumps against the bed.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, and I lick my lips, collecting the drips I lost with my finger and lapping it up, too.

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