Page 43 of Cool for the Summer

DONOVAN

Beck is goingto be the fucking death of me. He’s cleaning me as if our come tastes like brownie batter and he’s got a terrible sweet tooth. His tongue on my skin feels so amazing I’m trying to get hard again, which is the least my cock can do after its pathetic showing earlier. I went from being lost in the sensation of Beck’s competent hands on me, kissing me like that’s all we had to do for the rest of our lives, to all of a sudden coming like a green kid in a whiteout of pleasure.

What the fuck was that?

I can’t dwell on the weirdness of my unexpected orgasm because the sight of Beck going to town on me, his blond head a contrast to my olive skin and dark blue jeans, is too distracting. I thought he’d probably be responsive and enthusiastic, but I didn’t know he’d melt my brains with how hot he looks between my legs.

We’ve only just started, but I’m fervently glad we have the rest of the summer to play, because I’m nowhere near done with him.

When I’m borderline too sensitive to take any more of Beck’s attentions, he raises his head and looks at me, licks his lips, and that’s it. I surge up, kiss that dirty mouth, and switch our positions. I have to get out of my stupid jeans, and while I’m taking care of them, he tugs his shorts all the way off, throwing them over the side of the bed.

“Nice tan,” I say, tracing the provocative line his Speedo has left behind around his upper thighs and lower belly. The line cuts through his light blond treasure trail.

“Thanks.” He grins up at me, and my chest makes a funny little twinge. God. I’m in bed with Beck, and it’s just as easy and fun as hanging out with him in the kitchen or by the pool. I ignore the overwhelmed sensation that makes it hard to breathe for a second. This is just sex between friends, between two people who have to share a house for the summer. This is about being conveniently attracted to the nearest available guy, and if that makes me a slut or a bad person, whatever. Beck agreed to this, and he seems just as into the physical stuff as I am. So any inconvenient feelings I might be experiencing are really beside the point.

To prove to myself that this is what it says on the label and nothing more, I take my turn paying attention to Beck’s nipples, pink little nubs that I’ve seen nearly every day at the pool. Now I know what his skin tastes like—sweet and salty—and how he sounds when I scrape my teeth over the tender peaks—breathy little moans that send my blood south.

He swears softly when I switch from his chest to his throat, licking and sucking my way up the column of his neck. I don’t usually spend this much time kissing my sexual partners—but with Beck, I want to try everything at least once. Or twice. Like right now, I want to feel his mouth around me again, since I’m almost all the way hard again.

I put my finger on his lower lip. He chases it with a nip and a kiss. “You wanna suck me off?” I ask.

He glances down. “Already?”

I shrug to downplay my eagerness. “I’ll return the favor.”

“Well, with that offer…how do you want it?”

I think for a second, then pull my bed pillows together to prop him up in the center of the bed. “Comfy?”

He adjusts the pillow behind his head and gives me a nod. “Comfy.”

“Good.” I rise up on my knees, bringing my dick conveniently mouth-height. I rest it on his lower lip, the same spot I’d just had my finger on. I glance at him, and he nods slightly, then I feed my cock to him in slow inches, letting him adjust, enjoying the feel of a warm, wet mouth and Beck’s pretty lips stretched around me. I keep going, checking in nonverbally with him, until he’s taken all of me. God, the picture he makes, eyes big, mouth stretched—my balls pulse and I have to hold back from pulling out and slamming back in like the caveman part of me wants to.

He starts moving first, grabbing my hips and using them as leverage to build up a rhythm of smooth strokes. He’s being a perfect vessel to fill up over and over again, and thank god I only came a few minutes ago or this would be finished embarrassingly fast yet again. The pleasure builds until I lose control and hit the back of Beck’s throat. He makes a strangled noise that has me thinking bad things, but I have the presence of mind to pull all the way out and check in with him.

“Sorry,” I say, but he just opens up right away again and swallows me down. Holy fuck. I don’t know if he’s trying to make a point or show off or what, but I’m not complaining. This is the best head I’ve had in a long time. When he moves one hand to my balls and starts rolling them, then pressing unerringly behind them, I twitch, my nerves lighting up with the new sensations.

“So you’re good at this, too,” I gasp, gaze glued to his pink lips, shiny with spit.

He pulls off for a second. “I’m better than good,” he corrects, then sucks on the tip, pulls off again. “And I swallow. So.”

I groan as he sucks me in again, and a finger circles my rim. “Of course you fucking swallow.” Makes sense, after the show he’d put on of licking me clean earlier. “You seem all sweet, but you’re a dirty little fucker, aren’t you?”

He hums his assent, wiggles the tip of his finger inside me. Shit. It’s tight—I haven’t had anything in there in a while. Still, he doesn’t overdo it, and the small intrusion just makes everything that much better. I don’t last much further after that, hips stuttering as my second orgasm of the night rolls through me, longer and deeper than the first one, which had just sort of happened.

True to his word, Beck swallows everything I give him, and when I finally pull all the way out, he licks his lips. His jaw must be fucking sore after that performance, but he kisses me anyway on my way down to the bed, my joints currently in a gelatinous state. I flop next to him, stealing one of the pillows. My hand somehow finds his dick, which seems ready for round two.

“I’ll get you back in a second,” I say, stroking him idly as he turns on his side to face me.

“It’s okay. We’ve got all night.” He smiles at me like we’re sharing a secret.

I smile back. “And all summer.”

Does his smile dim a little? “Right. All summer. So no rush.”

“I’m not leaving you hanging,” I promise. “So, where’d you learn to give head that amazing?”

“My second boyfriend was really talented in that area. He taught me a lot of tricks.”

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