Page 32 of Whiskey and Wildfire

His hands roamed my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When they reached the waistband of my jeans, he paused, breaking the kiss to look at me questioningly. I nodded, breath catching as he slowly pushed my jeans and boxers down my legs.

Dakota’s gaze raked over my now fully naked form, his expression a mix of awe and raw desire. “Beautiful,” he murmured, before dropping to his knees.

My head fell back against the wall as Dakota’s mouth enveloped me. His inexperience showed in the tentative way he started, but was quickly made up for with enthusiasm.

I gasped as Dakota’s tongue swirled around the head of my cock, his inexperience forgotten as he found a rhythm that had me seeing stars. My fingers tangled in his long dark hair, not guiding, just needing something to hold onto as waves of pleasure washed over me.

“Dakota,” I moaned, my hips twitching involuntarily. “That feels amazing.”

He hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine. His large hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he took me deeper. I fought the urge to thrust, not wanting tooverwhelm him, but it was a losing battle against the wet heat of his mouth.

Just as I felt myself nearing the edge, Dakota pulled back, looking up at me with lust-darkened eyes. His lips were red and swollen, a sight that made my cock twitch with need.

“Do you want to fuck me?” I blurted out, caught up in the moment.

Dakota stared up at me, his smile fading slightly. He got to his feet, his hand leaving my cock.

“I’m sorry,” I said, realizing I’d gone too far. “I didn’t mean to?—”

“Logan,” he said softly, cutting me off. “It’s fine. I’m just… I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet.”

“Th-That’s totally okay.” I glanced down at both of our cocks, throbbing against one another between us. “But you still want to finish, right?”

“God, yes,” he sighed.

A devilish thought crossed my mind as I grabbed his hand, stepping out of my jeans. “Come with me then.” Leaving our clothes behind, I led him back into the bedroom and pushed him down on the bed. “Lay down,” I commanded.

He did as he was told, although he still seemed a bit nervous. As soon as he was situated, I grabbed his ankles and pulled him a little further down the bed. But before he could question what I was doing, I laid down beside him, but in the opposite direction. My mouth was perfectly level with the tip of his cock while my cock was currently throbbing just an inch or two from his face.

“Like this?” I asked tentatively.

He barely had a moment to nod before he was back to work. I gasped as Dakota took me fully into his mouth, my hips bucking involuntarily. Determined not to be outdone, I wrapped my lips around his thick shaft, swirling my tongue around the head before taking him as deep as I could. Which, to be fair, wasn’t asfar as he could go. But his cock was so thick that I was admittedly struggling. It was something I would have to work on. Lots of practice and all that.

We fell into a rhythm, each of us trying to draw more pleasure from the other. Dakota’s large hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer as he bobbed his head. I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him shudder.

The room filled with the wet sounds of our heated suckfest and muffled moans. I could feel the tension building in my core, my release approaching rapidly. Dakota’s hips were twitching more erratically, telling me he was close too.

I redoubled my efforts, hollowing my cheeks and taking him even deeper. One of my hands fondled his balls gently while the other stroked what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. Dakota groaned, the vibrations sending shivers through my body.

Suddenly, Dakota’s body tensed. He pulled off my cock with a gasp. “Logan, I’m gonna?—”

I hummed encouragingly, not stopping my movements. He lasted a second or two before his cock pulsed in my mouth. He came with a muffled cry, his cock seeming to grow even larger as he pumped my mouth full of his cum. I swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him.

As the last tremors of his orgasm subsided, I thought that would be the end of it. He was already nervous, and this was a lot for us to have done. But to my surprise, Dakota took me back into his mouth with renewed vigor. The dual sensation of his hot mouth around me and the knowledge that I’d just made him cum pushed me to the edge in a matter of seconds. I cried out, grabbing a fistful of his hair as my hips bucked. Without a chance to warn him, I shot my load down his throat. He gulped audibly, trying to accommodate my sudden overflow, but he never pulled away. In fact, he continued to suck, taking everylast drop I could give him until I had to pry him off due to the overstimulation.

“Fuck…” I moaned, rolling onto my back. “That felt good.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, his head resting on my thigh. “You cum a lot.”

I chuckled softly, still catching my breath. “Sorry about that. Should’ve warned you.”

Dakota propped himself up on one elbow, a lazy smile playing on his lips. “Don’t apologize. I liked it.”

My heart skipped a beat at his words. I reached out, running my fingers through his long dark hair. “Come here,” I murmured.

He crawled up the bed, settling beside me. I pulled him close, our bodies fitting together perfectly. Dakota nuzzled into my neck, his stubble scratching lightly against my skin.

“You okay?” I asked softly, suddenly aware of how vulnerable this moment was for both of us.

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