Page 42 of His Coveted Obsession

I huffed a laugh as I worked the button and zipper of his jeans. God, he was so cute.

Easton never took his shrewd and intelligent eyes off me, watching my every move. Even when he wasn’t smiling, or when he was silent, I knew I pleased him.

As I slowly dropped to my knees, I tugged down his pants and underwear and his hard cock bounced as the last of the fabric slid over it.

I folded his jeans and underwear and placed them on the chair. Last went his socks.

My attention was now solely focused on his gorgeous cock. So perfect and velvety. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and pressed my nose between the base and his thigh, taking a deep breath of him. His earthy arousal was everything, telling me I was turning him on.

“Are you willing to get prone for me, Superman? Are you willing to get vulnerable? Because rimming is very exposing.”

“I trust you, but when I say stop, you do.”

“Always.”

“Good. Now get naked first.”

Thomaswantedtorimme, so I gave it to him, but as someone who had to always be in control, it was a bit unnerving. I didn’t give in just for him, but all the porn I’d watched showed a promise of pleasure.

“I won’t be on my stomach facing away from you,” I said.

“You can position yourself however you want. If you don’t want me to do this at all, we don’t have to. I just want to please you.”

“Yes, I’d like that.”

I sat naked on the sofa, watching Thomas get undressed, my fingers twitching with the need to stim. He wasn’t as fit as I was, but he was nice to look at. His cock was a little longer than mine, but I was wider. Sometimes I wondered if I’d like to get fucked, buteach time I imagined it, I told myself no. I wouldn’t want someone to own me like that, not even Thomas.

He wore a small smile on his face, and his blue eyes glittered as if he exuded joy and want.

“Lie back, please,” he said, licking his lips.

I stretched out on the sofa, and he climbed on top of me, sitting on his knees between my legs. I discovered I liked the warmth emitted from another person against me. It was like anticipating a kiss, and a kiss was the expectation of more pleasure.

His reverent hands traveled across my skin, from my abs down to my thighs, exploring my flesh. “I will never tire of touching you.”

I always preened at his words. He made me feel like a god.

His hand slid across my cock, but he didn’t grab it. It was just the ghost of a touch, pulling extra heartbeats from my chest and a gasp from my lips. Instead, he slipped his hands under my legs and lifted them.

“God, your legs are heavier than I expected,” he chuckled.

“Muscle is heavy.”

He nodded and smiled. “I’m going to push them back, okay?”

“Yes.”

I gripped the sofa where I could and clenched my jaw at the vulnerability. I didn’t like it at all. Not one bit. But before I could stop him, his tongue swiped over my hole. My eyes instinctively shut, and I just let myself… feel, silencing the other noise in my head that yelled for him to stop.

Soon, my body unclenched with the wet and soothing heat. His tongue was so smooth as he ran the flat,fat part of it over my hole and up my taint. Thomas was gentle, swiping across the muscle as he made those noises I enjoyed so much, like I was satiating him, and not the other way around.

Once again, he ran the flat of his tongue from my hole to my taint and landed on my balls. He took one in his mouth and gently sucked it, rolling it around in his mouth before he released it.

My heart rate elevated from pleasure, and everything deep inside me calmed. I released my death grip on the sofa and reached for his head, carding my finger through his soft curls before gripping them.

Usually, I needed to watch everything, but this time I closed my eyes to accept the moment. Even in a vulnerable position, Thomas had a way of making me feel like I was in control.

When he pulled away, my body and mind were loose and relaxed. Now I understood why gay men enjoyed it so much. But he wasn’t finished with me yet. When his warm mouth wrapped around my cock, I opened my eyes to see his, watching me. I liked him watching, which was why I had him keep his eyes open whenever he sucked me down. It was as if we shared an unspoken connection, reminding me he was mine. His blue eyes were blown black with arousal as he watched me underneath thick, tawny-brown lashes.

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