Page 15 of Tall, Dark, & Ginger

Shifting my weight so I don’t crush him, I press my thigh into the couch beside him, then get to work, sucking this gorgeous man’s gorgeous cock and counting my lucky stars that somehow he deemed me worthy.

I won’t question my luck. I never do.

SIX

WREN

Chokingon a perfect cock is my happy place, and Ridley doesn’t disappoint. I would’ve never been bold enough to ask for this position, but thank fuck he was. The sensation of sucking and being sucked is overwhelming in the best way. If I give in to it, I’ll blow right now, so I focus on his pleasure more than mine. After all, Ridley’s the reason this is even happening.

I spent three days considering it before I decided to take the plunge, and another six hours after I finally decided thinking about how to approach it. The idea came to me when I was trying to distract myself by reading my favorite movie review blog. They always cover any LGBTQ+ films, and I landed on this one. The one where two men give in to the simmering desire that’s been building for over a decade. I don’t care what happens to the three people on screen though, because Ridley’s got his dick in my mouth.

I can still hear the sounds of pleasure emanating from the TV, but they’re drowned out soon enough by me and Rid, especially when I suck his balls into my mouth.

“Yes,” he moans around my cock before swallowing me whole again.

Ridley’s cock is the stuff gay dreams are made of. It’s long and thick, a lethal combination, but the length isn’t too much. I could take it, and happily. My hole nearly clenches from the thought of Ridley sliding inside me, fucking me to the edge of reason, gazing down at me with that cocky grin of his.

A shiver moves down my back, straight to my cock, and I feel the surge of impending orgasm flow through me. Ridley moans again, biting my thigh as he murmurs “Fucking delicious” before returning to my cock.

As much as I want to drag this out and keep his cock in my mouth until morning, my hips have other ideas, and I start pumping up and down.

Ridley moans, releasing my cock briefly to suck on my balls. Then he shoves my legs as wide apart as he can and rubs a finger through my crease.

“This okay?”

“Yeah,” I mumble, doing my best to achieve suffocation by dick.

Ridley’s taste is unique. Is it his skin? Is it his precum? Just something about him? My palette is pretty refined, and Ridley’s isn’t like any flavor I’ve come across before.

“Fuck, I want your cum,” he murmurs before diving in again. After a few swallows around my erection he pops off again. “Want to eat your ass.”

“Want to fuck me?”

He moans. “Just say the word.”

Does he only top? Fuck, I hope not. Topping a guy like Ridley has never been on my bucket list, but it sure is now. If I try to imagine what that would be like right now, I’ll for sure blow my load. Pressure continues to build between my legs, and I think the battle might be lost.

“Fuck, Rid.”

He sucks harder, digging his blunt nails into my thighs as he does his best to make me forget every other blow job I’ve ever received.

“Gonna… Fuck… Gonna come,” I moan, then relax my throat so he can fuck into me. I gag from the girth filling my mouth, but I want it. This is damn good.

A gush of his precum bursts onto my tongue and I brace myself for the full thing. Should I have warned him I’m an absolute cum slut or let him find out the way most guys do? As the first sticky rope tears through me and my cock pulses down his throat, I suck even harder, coaxing his orgasm to join mine as I pump my hips into his mouth.

He follows me over the edge seconds later, tensing and moaning as his cock swells and spills onto my tongue. His cum is fucking amazing—mild and sweet with a hint of salt. Dude’s diet must be on point for it to taste like this.

I go limp beneath him, swallowing every drop he feeds me while also experiencing a mind-blowing O of my own. After a few seconds, Ridley slumps next to me, his body half on mine and half on the couch, his legs on either side of my head.

I stroke his calf, basking in the afterglow. Fuck, I needed this way more than I knew. Finally…

I blow out a soft breath as my eyes sting with unshed tears. Fuck. Finally Trent isn’t the last man anymore. I think I needed that even more than the orgasm.

“You okay?” Ridley asks, slowly twisting to face the same direction as me.

I force my eyes open, unsure what I expect to see, but it’s just Ridley and his kind face. I nod, swallowing down the building emotion. As he smiles, he searches my face, as if seeing me for the first time.

Please don’t say anything weird or deep or ask me what this means or make me talk or?—

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