Page 12 of Star-crossed Betas

I spin him to face me. His neck, all the way to the tips of his ears, is a bright shade of pink.

“You didn’t ask me who is starring in all these x-rated sexy thoughts of mine.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks, sounding a little less embarrassed.

“For quite a few months, there’s been this one recurring co-star—”

“—Super hot co-star,” he interrupts me, seeming to have regained his momentarily lost confidence.

“My apologies. There’s this one recurring,super hotco-star I can’t keep my mind off.”

“He sounds very intriguing; go on...”

“Well, he’s got jet black hair that refuses to be tamed, bright green eyes I frequently get lost in, the softest skin I've ever touched, and he’s got the sweetest pink lips that I regularly imagine wrapped around my…” I let the end of the sentence hang in the air between us.

“Wrapped around your what?” he asks when I don’t continue, his breaths sounding uneven and his skin flushed.

“The key to holding an audience captive is to always leave them wanting more,” I whisper into his ear.

“Maybe if you told me what those lips were wrapped around, I might do it,” he says into my parted mouth.

Holy shit.

“You might?”

“I might… if you ask me nicely.” He smirks.

Moving quickly, I wrestle him to the ground so he’s laid on his back, and I’m hovering over the top of him, hands on either side of his head.

“Babe, what I wouldn’t give to have those sweet pink lips wrapped around my cock,” I say like I’m reciting terrible poetry. He swallows loudly, and my eyes track where his Adam’s applebobs in his throat. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches down and pops open the button on my jeans.

“That was a statement, not a question, but I’ll let it slide.” Cee licks his bottom lip as he pulls down my zipper. I’m not sure when I got hard again, but as he reaches into my jeans to palm my erection, I let out a small gasp. I’m not wearing any underwear, so his hand is warm against my naked skin.

I whimper embarrassingly when he removes his hand.

In a flash of movement, Cee catches me off guard, gripping my shoulders and shoving me so he’s on top of me, straddling my thighs. His soft lips pepper my jaw and neck with feather-light kisses. As he works his way lower, he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks before flicking his tongue against the now-hard bud. An involuntary moan slips from between my lips.

“Jesus, your mouth is amazing,” I tell him. His wide eyes, dilated with lust, peer up at me through dark lashes.

Cee tugs on the waistband of my jeans, and I help him pull them off, exposing me to the cool air.

Leaning back on my elbows, I watch in awe as he kisses and licks my inner thighs, grazing his teeth on the soft skin and making me shiver. Ignoring my cock, which is throbbing and leaking beads of precum, he laps gently at my balls. When he takes them into his mouth and sucks, my hips buck off the ground, reflexively seeking more friction.

Putting an end to his teasing, Cee finally sucks on the tip of my cock, tasting me for the first time. He makes an 'mm' sound that vibrates against me, and it takes a herculean effort not to thrust into his mouth.

I briefly wonder if this is his first blowjob, but the thought instantly gets washed away when he lowers his head, taking my entire length into the back of his throat. Definitely not his first time, then. He sucks me down enthusiastically, his saliva making it wet and sloppy but so completely perfect.

“Holy shit, Cee, I don’t think I’m gonna last very long,” I garble.

Swirling his tongue around the tip in a way that makes my eyes roll into the back of my head, he uses his hand to stroke up and down my shaft in a quick rhythm. Cee's grip isn’t quite as firm as I’d do it myself, but my orgasm is gradually building in the base of my spine regardless.

I card my fingers through his hair, tugging gently so he looks up at me.

And that turned out to be a mistake.

The sight of his swollen, rosy lips wrapped around me with those big eyes gazing up in adoration is my undoing. I worry I’m coming embarrassingly fast for a moment, but I realise it really doesn’t matter. Cee makes me feel safe in a way I’ve never experienced before. Like I can show up as I am without expectations.

“Babe, if you don’t pull off, I’m gonna come in your mouth,” I gasp out in warning. Undeterred, he takes me all the way to the root, swallowing and groaning around me. I mutter some expletives as my release shoots down his throat. I’ve never come so hard in my life, and I think I possibly blacked out there for a second. All my nerve endings are on fire, and I can’t tell if I’m tensing all over or entirely boneless.

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