Page 87 of 10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

“Ah, God,” he says, his hands flat against the wall, his chest shaking with his breaths. “No right to feel that good. Holy shit.”

I suck on his cockhead for a moment before angling his dick out of the way and going for his balls. There’s athunkI suspect is Brad’s head hitting the wall as I tongue one, swiping at it before running my fingers along the backside, helping lift his sac for better access. When I pull a ball into my mouth, Brad groans. Loudly.

“Oh fuck. Your tongue. That’s really good. That’s—Jesus!”

I smirk as I manage to get his entire sac in my mouth. I run my thumb along the tip of his dick as I suck him gently, tongue rubbing the undersides of his balls.

“Double balling,” he breathes, making me choke on a laugh. He groans in response, his entire body feeling as if it’s vibrating. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.Joey.”

I let his sac pop free, rolling his balls in my palm as I lift my head enough to lick up the length of his cock. “Yeah, bub.”

He looks down at me, pupils blown. “I…don’t have a conversation point. That wasn’t, like,hey, Joey? It was justJoey, ‘God, yes, man, your mouth is a genius and I like the way you look on your knees.’”

“All that in four letters?” I murmur, tonguing the bead of precum at the tip of his dick.

“Hah.”

I snort, taking him into my mouth again. Brad’s hips hitch forward, his hand hovering in the air for a moment as he makes an “eh?” sound I think is a question. I nod around him, and his fingers sink into my hair, his other hand still flat on the wall like he’s bracing himself.

“Your mouth is a treasure,” he gasps. “Pure gold.Fuck, you’re sexy. Holy shit. I’m gonna come.”

I pull off of him, stroking his spit-slicked shaft with my fist. “Where do you wanna unload?”

“What? I don’t fucking know, dude! You can’t expect me to make decisions right now.”

I huff, licking around his head, and he groans.

“Mouth?” he says. “No, face. Abs?Fuck. Mouth.”

I drop lower, tonguing his sac again, pulling each ball into my mouth one at a time as Brad’s grip tightens in my hair.

“Joey,” he groans, the sound a plea.

Easing upwards, I swallow his cock to the root. Brad cries out, practically humping my face as his orgasm draws near. Keeping my eyes on his, my own watering, I press my fingers back behind his balls, lightly brushing his hole. He sucks in a breath but doesn’t squirm away, so I rub more firmly with the tips of two fingers, and Brad comes down my throat with a hoarse, surprised shout.

He bows over me, both hands in my hair now, his cock swelling and releasing against my tongue. I continue sucking, keeping my fingers where they are, moving my hand just enough for the heel of my palm to massage his sac. He looks wrecked, his hair in disarray, his face gorgeously flushed and his mouth parted as he gasps for breath.

When his tension unwinds and he mutters, “Fuck, holy fuck,” I ease away, grabbing his hip to help keep him steady and using the neck of my shirt to wipe the spit and cum off my face. A second later, there’s a soft tap against the bottom of my chin.

I look up to find Brad staring right at me.

“Sorry,” he says. “Just…needed to see your face.”

I manage to keep myfuckinside. But only barely.

“Here,” Brad says, holding out his hand. I let him tug me to my feet. “So, uh. That was, uh… Yeah.”

My lips twitch. “Yeah?”

“Big fat yeah. Fifteen out of ten on the blowie. Like, pretty sure I lost consciousness for a second there. What, uh…what do you want?” he asks, tugging me closer. His fingers drift up under the hem of my shirt, seeking my stomach like a homing missile. “I mean, I could totally blow you, dude, but it’s not going to be as elegant as that.”

“Could I…”

I hesitate, but Brad gives my stomach a poke. “No, tell me.”

“Could I fuck your thighs?” I ask, knowing it’s the closest I’m going to get to fucking Brad the way I want right now. I’d be inside of him in a heartbeat if I thought he was ready, but we’re not there yet. And that’s fine.

He doesn’t look unhappy with the request. If anything, he looks intrigued. “What, uh… How would we do that?”

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