Page 55 of The Idiot

“No. He’ll show you.” Nodding to the dick, I murmur encouragingly. “Start again.”

For a moment, I wonder if he’ll give up or tell me this was some kind of prank. He gives me a nod, though, and slowly wraps his lips around the tip again. Tilting his head, he does his melting-ice-cream-cone suckling thing again, drawing off several times and returning.

Stilling with his mouth in place, he looks up at me like he’s awaiting instruction. My brain is currently full of all kinds of helpful instructions.

I’m going to go to hell—bad, horny friend hell.

Reaching out, I cup his jaw and nod. “Good. Now, close your eyes.”

It’s the only way I’ll get through this. It’s the only way I won’t imagine what’s in his mouth isn’t mine,reallymine.

“Do whatever feels good to you. The giver should enjoy it, too.”

Exhaling around the silicone, his jaw relaxes under my touch. His head moves, taking in another inch and then retreating. I can feel his cheek shift as his tongue moves and his mouth is filled.

Guiding him gently, I watch in fascination as his confidence builds. His slurping sounds are echoing off the shower walls, and I can’t keep from stroking his cheek with my thumb. He sighs around the dildo, leaning into my touch.

A bead of saliva falls from his chin, and he stiffens. Pulling off, he chuckles, reaching to wipe his chin with the back of his hand. “Sorry,” he says self-consciously.

I block his hand just before he connects. “No. Leave it.”

He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. I probably have, but I explain, “It’s sexy. Imagine someone salivating for your cock like it’s a drug they’re craving.”

Glancing down at where the bead of slobber hit his bare stomach, he rubs his lips together and then gives a single nod. Expression determined, like a fighter entering a ring, he reclaims the dildo. This time, he takes more of it in and then works his way so close to the base that he removes his hand from around it to capture more.

Fuck. He’s motivated or determined. I don’t know which, and frankly, I don’t care.

Gagging, he retreats an inch. His eyes dart to mine like he wants to know if I witnessed his blunder.

“That’s good, too,” I rasp. “That sound. Imagine someone wanting to take so much of your cock that they’re gagging on it.”

Grunting, he pinches his eyes shut. I catch movement and notice that his hand is back to cupping his bulge, his grip tighter now. By all that’s holy. It’s turning him on.

Palming the back of his neck, I stroke the shell of his ear, guiding him back to the tip. Drawing my thumb across his chin, I swipe through his slobber and trace the circumference of his lips. I’ve never touched his mouth before. Doing so like this has me vibrating from head to toe.

His eyes flicker open, peering up at me. “Feel how messy you are? It’s hot as hell seeing a guy like this, his lips stretched around you, dripping because he wants you so badly.”

A soft sound rumbles in his throat, sounding a lot like a needy whimper as he closes his eyes like he’s trying to get his breathing under control. He’s so damn beautiful, I can’t take it.

Crowding the space, I inch closer to the dildo, my groin near the fake balls that are suctioned to my wall. I tell myself it’s a better angle to guide him, but I know it’s a lie. I’m jealous of a piece of silicone.

“This is the part where you should open your eyes. Let him know what you’re doing to him. Let him know that you really mean business.”

When his lids flicker open, his eyes look desperate, equal parts lost and aroused, like he’s drowning in lust and can’t decide whether to dive deeper or come up for air. I wait, frozen in fear. I don’t want to push him just as much as I don’t want him to stop.

Something in his gaze changes. It’s that stubborn, determined look of his I know all too well. Aw, fuck.

Moving forward, his head starts bobbing slowly at first, then with more vigor. He’s grunting and letting out little moans that have my cock tingling. Circling the back of hishead, I’m practically petting him. I can hear myself panting along with him. When he dives deeper onto the dildo, his gaze locks straight ahead and he pauses with the dick halfway in his mouth.

Shit. My cock. He’s looking at my very erect cock that’s straining against the knit fabric of my boxer briefs.

Eyes slipping closed, a needy whimper leaves his throat, and he shoves forward, his nose brushing against my groin. “Yeah,” I rasp, letting my hand slide down to cup his throat. “Just like that.”

Another whimper. A groan. A grunt. His nose is like a battering ram to the place where my base meets my groin. Each time he slides forward, his chin brushes over the top of my dick. It’s practically spearing him in the throat. He has to notice. He has to know that his face is touching my cock, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I sure as hell don’t mind, stroking the cords in his neck and giving little nudges of my hips in time with his movements.

Drawing back to the tip, he breathes around it, eyes pinched closed, panting. He lets out a painful moan and grips himself through the fabric of his boxers. God, he’s a sight.

“Are you quitting on me?” My voice is so carnal, it doesn’t even sound like my own.

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