Page 38 of Drag Me Up

Standing slowly, I don’t break our kiss, pushing my boy to lie back on the bed. Using my left hand to keep my weight off his upper body, my right travels from his throat in a gentle caress down his torso to the waistband of my favorite pajama pants.

“I thought I have shit taste in fashion?” I ask him as I pull the drawstring to loosen the pants.

The look Eric gives me is a mix of mischief and something more special.

“I guess it’s a good thing that I was the one who picked these out, isn’t it?”

Chuckling at his cheeky response, I give the pants a yank and delight in the squeak of surprise I get from my boy before I start kissing my way up his thigh. I’ve decided this very special and unique boy deserves some very special kisses today.

“Mattie…”

Eric’s groan encourages me as I reach my goal. I might have never sucked a dick before, but I have watched more than enough of my share of porn to know of most of the techniques… and I may have practiced with some popsicles over the last week after getting my first glance of him at Pegasus.

Wrapping my right hand around his base, I slowly stroke him in a loose grip while my left hand moves tofondle his balls. Watching his face, he seems confused but enraptured with what I’m doing.

Has no one ever done this for his pleasure before?

Lowering my mouth to the head of his penis, I lick up the precum that has started to flow and delight in the sounds I’m able to pull from my boy. I want to surprise him, so I remove my right hand and work my way down his shaft, an inch at a time, keeping eye contact the entire time.

My own dick is dripping in my sweats as I work my way to swallowing around the head of Eric’s cock. His head flies back and he grips the bedsheets desperately when I swallow around him a second time. I want his nails digging into me, not the sheets. I want him to mark me, bruise me, bleed me, claim me.

Pulling up, I switch to shallow suction as I thrust my tongue onto his slit over and over. Based on the sounds coming from my cutie, I’ve found something he really likes.

“Mattie… I’m… Don’t stop… Gonna…”

I want his release. I want to take in every part of him. Intellectually, I know I shouldn’t be giving head without a condom, but this is Eric. I don’t want anything to come between us, not anymore.

Impatient for my reward, I move my left hand and push my middle finger against his tight pucker while my thumb presses against his taint. The combination of those with my suction seems to be the right recipe for release because I have to start swallowing a second later. Someday soon, I want to know what a facial wouldfeel like, but this morning, I just want to consume my boy.

Pulling off his spent dick, I pull the Grinch up to cover him back up.

“Such a good boy for me, Sparkles,” I whisper and lay down next to him to wait for him to ride out the afterglow.

32

ERIC

I really had no intention of making Matt late for work today. I actually planned on making him breakfast and giving him a massage before he had to leave for campus. His flaky bitch of an ex made that plan fly out the window.

I hope sheisdumb enough to show up here. Then I could drown her in the Mon and let the mutant fish eat her corpse.

Chuckling at how vicious my mind seems to go with my jealousy, I pull into my designated spot at the Monarch Room. Clarence pulled me aside last night and apologized to me for pulling the rug out from under me with his whole no planned show stunt. The guys in the audience that night were apparently there to fuck with Nick in particular. He works a few jobs and they had apparently been showing up everywhere he was to harass him.

To protect Nick, and any of the rest of us who werespotlight acts, he took the headliners show off the schedule. Instead of highlighting who is performing each night on the website, we’re switching to having themed shows. He’s decided on a theme for next month’s feature show, and he wants me to help pick the musical numbers for all of us.

“Mama, I’m hoooome!”

My voice echoes in the empty club as the door slams behind me. After Matt left at nine fifty five this morning, I took another shower before making myself absolutely fabulous. If I have to face this day, I’m going to be fierce while I do it. Finding my gold manties in his underwear drawer was a pleasant surprise, and I slipped them on for a physical reminder of my Mattie as I try to get through today without panicking.

“Get back here, Brat,” Clarence calls out from the sound booth room above the bar. “I’ve narrowed down our choices, but I need your input for assigning who gets what song and what version we want to use.”

Curious, I drop my adorbs blue plaid Coach mini backpack behind the bar and race up to the little room to join Clarence and our sound guru Felicia. The two of them are sitting in front of her laptop and it looks like they’ve compiled a Spotify playlist.

“The theme is going to be ‘Love Yourself’ and a lot of these songs reflect that in a way,” Felicia says as she rolls her chair back from the sound table. “We just can’t agree on the flow of the show.”

“Are we telling a story over the entire show or is each number a story?” I ask while scrolling through the songs.I see a few that fit where I am now, but I kind of want to let our patrons know that we aren’t always all sunshine and rainbows.

“I kind of think we should embrace the club name and show the metamorphosis. A lot of people are still stuck in the hating themselves phase and I think this could show them that there is a way out of it.”

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