Page 47 of I've Got You

Our eyes connected and my tongue traced my bottom lip, his gaze following it.

“I want to see you too.” He’d read my hesitancy correctly. This could all be too much, too soon for him, which seemed crazy in my head since his cock was bare and hard between us.

I stripped, my grin unapologetic, my need obvious with my straining cock that bounced free. His wide eyes took me in, his breathing picking up as he closed the fraction of an inch between us. We brushed against each other, hardness and heat, the contact making us both gasp.

“Sit down.” I edged him toward the sofa, caressing his chest, enjoying the softness of his skin and the ridges of his pecs. His stomach was blissfully not a hard slab of muscles. Instead, his flesh was supple and warm, perfect for the kisses I started to trail down there.

Finally, he sat, and I shifted between his opened legs. Trailing my hands up his calves, then his thighs, I deliberately kept my gaze on his face. Pleasure warred with a sweet nervousness that was so fucking endearing, my dick twitched. “I’ve got you.” My whispered words had his eyes connecting with mine, and he exhaled audibly. Scott’s lips ticked up slightly, his fingers reaching out and touching my cheek.

“I know.”

It was all the permission I needed as I lowered my mouth to between his legs.

Admittedly it had been a while, but it was so much better than I remembered. Having Scott needy, groaning, desperate before me as I darted out my tongue and encircled the tip was a heady thing. I knew this was only the second BJ he’d ever received from a man, but that first time would soon become insignificant and be buried under the memory I was going to give him. I was on a mission to blow his fucking mind. Lapping at the bead of moisture, I gave his balls a gentle squeeze, careful not to be too heavy handed. I sucked and licked, and then flicked my tongue over the tip, knowing it would feel unbelievably sensitive and be driving him to distraction.

“God,” he hissed, and I averted my eyes up to look at his face. Sweat beaded his brow, and his face was contorted in glorious agony.

“Does that feel good?” I asked, coming up for air and letting my hand glide over him while I spoke. “Do you want to feel what it’s like when I suck you so damn deep you hit the back of my throat?” He jerked in my hand, his body convulsing. Half-lidded eyes peered down at me. I raised my brows while still stroking him, waiting for a response. He nodded and I grinned, satisfied he was on his way to having his mind and his dick blown.

I moaned around him as I took him in, stretching to take in his girth. He was wider but slightly shorter than me, and I couldn’t wait for the time he would take me. I sucked slowly at first, with a few well-placed licks on the underside of his length, enjoying every shudder and groan I teased out of him. Before I took him down as far as his length could go, I lightly scraped my teeth over his sensitive skin.

His words were incoherent, and I was glad I had him sitting down as I was sure his legs would have buckled by now.

I bobbed my head, sucking hard and then gripped him with firm lips from base to tip. The moment he hit my throat, I worked hard to control my gag reflex and my own cock. I hadn’t come without touching myself since I was a teenager and had watched my first porno. But with Scott’s jerky movements, his garbled pleas, and the fact I wanted him so fiercely, I hoped today would not be the day I shot my load without any action. I continued to suck and work him over until I was sure neither of us could see straight. Meanwhile, I throbbed with my own need, ready to explode.

“Holy shit.” They were the first clear words he’d said since I’d started. “I’m going to—” He cut himself off with a groan as I sucked harder and edged my finger toward his ass. I tapped gently, and his mouth opened. I then placed just the tip of my finger in, not quite sure how ready he was, or if he’d ever been penetrated before. The move pushed him over the edge.

With a cry, a grunt, and a groan that had my own balls tightening, his seed hit my tongue and the back of my throat. I pulled back and he shuddered as I continued to suck up and down, coaxing out a few more spurts. He sagged, his half-lidded gaze settling on me. A dreamy smile lifted his mouth, and he sucked in a breath, his stomach contracting as I finally pulled away.

I leaned back, my ass on my feet, hand still on his thighs as I grinned up at him. “You okay?”

He nodded, his face full of wonder and something like awe, and I swallowed hard, loving that expression and the fact I’d put it there. Pride fluttered in my chest. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, then tried again, this time with success. “I’ve never…. Not like that…. Fuck.”

My eyes widened as he darted forward, placed his hands under my arms, and dragged me on top of him. His lips found mind immediately. His warm tongue traced the seam of my lips and then entered my mouth. In sync, we both groaned, but rather than it speeding the kiss up, our lips touched slowly, languorously. Hands down it was the best kiss I’d ever had.

He tilted his head a little, so I pulled back. I felt him shift, the only notice I had before I jerked at the contact of his hand touching my cock. “Fuck,” I mumbled.

“This okay?” There was no uncertainty in his question. He actually looked pretty damn pleased with himself.

I laughed, then groaned when his touch turned into a grip. “Hell yes.” He kissed me again, but I needed more. I needed to come so badly I was sure my balls were going to explode. I dragged my mouth from his and leaned back, allowing him easier access to me. He switched hands a moment to allow his right hand to come to his mouth. He licked it. Biting back a groan, I closed my eyes as his wet hand wrapped around me.

The friction was perfect. The speed just right. His left hand scooped my balls and stroked lightly, one finger every now and then brushing my taint, which was so sensitive every touch sent a fresh shiver through my body.

I was almost there, almost ready to empty my load in his hand, and I hoped to God some spilled on his stomach too. It was that thought that sent me over the edge. I looked at Scott, whose gaze was fixed to my cock. Satisfaction rolled through me as my semen painted his soft flesh. Seeing my hot cum on the guy I desperately wanted to claim was a fucking turn-on, but seeing the same man dip his finger to taste my seed for himself… hell, I toppled over the edge of need and desire. This man could easily have half of my heart.

Chapter Sixteen

SCOTT

It was no use.There was no other option. Shoving one hand in my jeans pocket, I knocked on Carter’s door, probably a little too hard, but I couldn’t help it. Nerves had slammed into me one too many times, and I was driving myself to distraction. I had to talk this out. And that meant Carter was going to be the poor sucker to have to deal with my shit.

I considered hammering again, the few seconds feeling more like minutes as I tapped my foot, unable to keep still. Before I had the chance to lift my hand to do so, Carter opened the door. Relief poured through me.

He smiled in greeting, but then it dropped, slowly slipping off his face when he got a good look at me. He opened his mouth to speak, his brow dipping into a frown, but I cut him off with a shake of my head and stepped inside and past him. I spun back to face him as he pushed the front door closed, then the onslaught began before I could rethink my decision.

“If I watch another goddamn porno, I think my eyes and my ears are going to bleed. I’ve worn my keypad out from hitting Pause, and if I watch in slow motion again focusing on angles…. I just can’t.” I shook my head vehemently, choosing to ignore Carter’s wide-eyed expression. “I’m so fucking terrified but simultaneously can’t wait. What’s that even about? Did you know it hurts like a… like I don’t know, like shoving something up your ass, I suppose?” For real, it did. “But then it feels so fucking good, and when I imagine it being Davis….” My eyes all but rolled into the back of my head.

“Sco—”

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