Page 20 of French Martini

I picture all the things I could do to him, from eating his ass to riding this beautiful cock into oblivion. I told myself New Year’s Eve was a one-time snafu, but it’s clear we took the lid off the box of attraction and it’s not going back on anytime soon.

Fine. It’s just sex. I can do casual sex, right? It’ll be a challenge to keep things professional during the day, but don’t I deserve to have a little fun?

Oakley’s grunt interrupts my meandering thoughts and brings me back to the moment, where I focus my intention on his pleasure. I massage his balls between my fingers as he sinks into the couch cushions and begins to rock his hips.

Yessss. This is what I want.

I let my jaw go slack and extend my tongue. Oakley gets it, reaching forward to grip my shoulders as he fucks my mouth.

“You’re so fucking pretty, Low. Look at you.”

I put my hands on his thighs for balance and swallow around his cock. His brow creases as his jaw drops, but he understandsmy unspoken command and thrusts down my throat with enough force to make my eyes water.

Oakley, intent on chasing his climax, fucks my throat, whispering my name and kitten and telling me how perfect I am.

“You’re fucking art, kitten,” he whispers. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Is your cock hard for me?”

I nod even as saliva and his precum drip down my chin, making a mess of me.

“You love being on your knees for me, don’t you? You want to give me everything you’ve got?”

I moan as my cock swells even more. I want to touch myself so badly, but I promised Oak he could have it. Oh god, what is up with me? Am I really planning to let it all out right now? Can I trust him with this part of me?

“Fuck, Low,” he moans, tightening his grip on my hair and pumping his hips. “I’m gonna come.”

I nod, humming around his cock. I could be a total ass right now and edge him a bit, but let’s be real, I want this as much as he needs it. His eyes go wide as he tenses and grunts, just like the sexy bear he is. His cock swells in my mouth, then the first pulse happens, spilling hot, thick cum onto my tongue. I slide back slightly so it will pool in my mouth and he can watch me swallow every salty sweet drop.

He stares at me like I’m something exotic he’s never seen before as he feeds me rope after sticky rope. It seems like his orgasm goes on forever, and that suits me just fine. I suckle his tip, but only for a second before he manhandles me from the floor to his lap.

“On your knees, kitten,” he commands.

I straddle his hips, gazing down at him as he tugs my panties down just under my balls, keeping them on as he swallows my length. Throwing my head back, I claw his shoulders. His fingersdig into my ass cheeks, pulling them apart slightly as he expertly sucks me.

He pops off for a second, bending low to suck my balls and kiss my belly before diving back in and swallowing my entire length. It only takes a couple of minutes before the tight ball inside me unravels and my orgasm barrels through me like a damn tidal wave.

“Fuck. Oak.”

His fingers slide into my crease, tickling gently, and sending me to new heights. My voice falls away as I slightly scream, my body tense as I explode in his mouth. Oakley hums happily as he continues to suck me through it until I’m twitching and trying to break free.

He slides off my cock but pulls me down into a heated kiss, our shared releases mixing with our unique tastes. His beard tickles my face, and for the first time in too long to even remember, I feel relaxed. Truly relaxed.

We fall to our sides, our hot bodies tangled together, my cheek resting against his chest. He tickles my back, but neither of us speak. I gently tug at the barbells piecing his nipples. It’s… nice. This companionable post-sex silence.

It doesn’t take long for my second thoughts to kick in though. Will things change again now that we’ve taken it to a new level? Now that he knows my secret desires to submit?

After a few more minutes, Oakley stretches. “I can go if you need space, but if you want to talk about the events or anything else for the ceremony, I can hang.”

A smile tugs at my lips. Of course he won’t make it weird. We’re just two men having orgasms. It’s casual and I need to remember that Oakley isn’t a clingy guy.

“I brought home some lasagna from Moby’s if you want to eat.”

“I could eat.”

I slide off the couch, smiling as I tug my panties into place. Oakley watches me with that heat still in his eyes, and it’s hard to ignore him with his cock still out. Damn, he’s sexy.

Surprising me, he tugs my wrist and pulls my pants back up, dressing me carefully before he stands and grabs his sweater.

“Hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you are truly stunning, and I’m not just talking about that pretty face of yours,” he says.

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