Page 92 of Unrecognizable Player

“Hmm.” He makes a big show of thinking it over. “Maybe.”

“You’re so fucking cute, come here.”

I bury my hand in his hair and kiss him like he’s my air supply.

“I can still make you come.”

“It’s not fair.” He whispers, his lips brushing my cheek as I kiss his neck, drinking in his smell and the warmth of his skin.

“Trust me, it’s good for me too. I really wanna taste you again.”

He hums against my neck. “Okay.”

I start leading him to his room, but he pulls me towards mine.

“Let’s sleep in your bed for a change tonight.”

“Okay.”

I never thought in a million years I’d have a guy in this bed. Especially not Stef. But now I have him here, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

I peel him out of his clothes, letting him undress me to my underwear.

I take his hands in mine when he tries to pull my boxers down. “Trust me, it’ll be less tempting for me if I keep them on. I might accidentally come already.”

“You promise this is okay?”

“I promise, stop worrying.”

I sigh as our bare chests touch. His legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer by pressing his feet against my ass. I rut against him before I realize what I’m doing. If I keep grinding on him like this, I’m gonna come in my pants.

I kiss down his chest, playing with his nipples again with my tongue. Remembering what he likes from last time. His sighs and the way his hands are playing with my hair is fucking heaven. Better than anything I could have ever imagined when I tried to picture what it would be like having sex.

My crucifix and St. Christopher dangle on his stomach as I kiss his chest and lick his nipples.

His cock is flush against his stomach when I make my way down. I didn’t think a cock could look pretty before I saw Stef’s, but his really is.

I lick a stripe from the base to the tip and relish the sound of him moaning and the way he grips my hair tight as I wrap my lips around the head. I taste him immediately. That salty tang of pre-cum as I lick his slit and entice another bead out onto my tongue.

I’m so hard it hurts as I suck him down as far as he’ll go. My cock straining against my underwear.

Stef’s breath stutters as I draw my lips over his skin. I pull off almost all the way before dipping down to the base again.

He’s panting now, gripping my hair and making little murmurs and whispering my name. His cock starts to pulse, the vein on the underside throbbing against my tongue, and I don’t realize how badly I want him to come in my mouth until he tells me to stop.

He looks completely wrecked when I look at him. Letting me go down on him for longer than he had last time. He’s close, and I could make him come to pieces if he’d let me.

“Come in my mouth.”

He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. The sight of him like that makes desire gnaw at my insides.

“Please Stef, I wanna taste you.”

“Fuck…if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

I get back to work, using his breath and the way he’s grinding his hips to guide me. Beads of pre-cum turn into dribbles, before he’s unloading, filling my mouth. I keep sucking as I try to swallow it all, but some escapes from the corners of my lips. I don’t stop until Stef tells me to. Swallowing what I can and wiping my mouth on the back of my hand before coming up to lie next to him on the pillow.

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