Page 48 of Romance Languages

Seamus stumbled, falling onto a dining chair. His cock stood straight up, his eyes wide and alive.

I took him in my mouth, not sure how to give a good blow job, but feeling my way through by instinct and lust. If men could figure out how to fellate each other over the course of millennia before the internet, then so could I. I was smart and a fast learner. I listened to his moans and felt the way his hips shifted under my mouth.

His cock was hot and salty. I swirled my tongue around his shaft and head.

“Fuck. Jules, this is so fucking hot.” He threw his head back and threaded his fingers through my hair.

I drowned out thoughts of tonight by bobbing on Seamus’s cock. I couldn’t get enough of how good this felt, hearing and feeling him get so turned on by my touch.

He pulled on my hair and arched his hips to get farther down my throat. I took him all the way to the base, letting bitter pre-come hit the back of my throat. I moaned with delight, which made him groan even louder.

“Feels so good. Suck that dick.” He thrust into my mouth.

I alternated fist and mouth, proud of myself for building on our previous lessons.

“Yeah, just like that. Just like that, Jules.”

I put my free hand down my pants, where I was already hard. One or two pumps would be all it took. Nothing turned my crank like Seamus saying my name.

“Shit. I’m coming.” He reached for a stack of napkins on the table. They wouldn’t be necessary.

I sucked him harder, sucked him until his whole body shook underneath me, a centralized earthquake rattling the apartment. His chest rose high, then collapsed, then high again as he struggled for air. I stroked myself faster, my balls tightening with orgasm.

“Fuck. Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming.” His fist tightened on my hair as he came down my throat. I sucked him dry, taking his hot, bitter load as I soaked my pants with my own release.

I fell back, hitting my head on the china hutch as I came back to reality. “I think I need the napkins.”

He tossed the box to me, and I cleaned off my hand.

“You jerked off while…”

“Yeah. is that okay?” I asked.

“That’s so fucking hot.” He took my hand, brought it to his mouth.

His eyes lit up and gazed at me with heat and tenderness, cutting through the silence. Seamus had never looked at me in this way, in this way I’d only dreamed about, like he was seconds away from leaning in and kissing me.

I had to get the hell out of there.

For the second time tonight, I made a hasty exit from a guy.

14

SEAMUS

“Uh…what just happened?”

“I’ll tell you what happened, Seamus. Ashley isn’t playing the game correctly,” Ethan huffed.

Greg and Ethan had let me tag along to their friend’s party, held in a beautifully restored Victorian house, one of those houses people aspired to when they were in their fifties. Ashley and her wife Jill were living the double income, no kids life and were able to live in their dream house by the time they were thirty.

We were all sitting in a circle on Ashley’s living room floor playing Shock and Awe sometime just before midnight. Shock and Awe was like playing fill in the blank, but the blank had to be filled with either the dirtiest or most ironic answer available. It was a fun party game that I’d played in high school, college, and as an adult.

Nobody I knew took it as seriously as Ethan, though.

“The rules of the game clearly state that the person whose turn it is is supposed to pick the most outrageous, butlogicalanswer. Ashley’s picked an answer that makes absolutely no sense for the sentence.” Ethan was a lawyer by day, and apparently a lawyer by night, too.

He pleaded his case to the group in the hopes of getting Ashley to pick another card, preferably his. Ashley wasn’t having it, though. She crossed her arms, standing firm on her choice.

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