Page 169 of Loving the Legend
“Uh-huh. Like I don’t know that face.” I grab the lube from the nightstand and toss it to him. “Use your hand.”
“Okay,” he says, pulling out his morning wood and stroking it slowly.
Fucking hell.
I screw my eyes closed.
I have to go. Even if I wanted to…traffic is horrific at this time, and I can't leave the guys hanging on my doorstep.
But fuck me, I open my eyes and take in his glistening head, and the next thing I know, I’m kneeling over, licking his tip. I hum a spine-tingling moan when his pre-cum hits my tongue.
“Damn…love your mouth,” he sputters, putting gentle pressure on the back of my neck. I press his hand down, encouraging him not to hold back. Something in me goes wild when he claims my mouth and starts thrusting his hips. I gag, relishing the tears pricking the back of my eyes.
When my mouth reaches his base, I hold my breath, pull up, gasp, and then swallow him back down.
I’m so hard I start stroking myself, but he slaps my hand.
“That’s mine.” His commanding voice goes straight to my balls.
I bob on his cock, pulling off to spit on it and suck it back down. I rub his dick across my lips, a fiend for his scent. I slowly lick under his shaft until I reach his balls. I massage his taint with forward strokes. My tongue trails back up to his head until I’m deep-throating him again.
His sleepy eyes are glued to my lips as his smoky voice utters filthy words and delicious moans. The slurping, gurgling sound, the heady scent of his morning wood, the way his head hits my uvula as it slides down my throat…
His head falls back, and when he raises it again, his pupils are blown.
It’s So. Fucking. Hot.
Too fucking hot.
Oh, fuck!
I pull off him and bite my fist as my balls draw up, and a toe-curling orgasm hits. My head falls back as I moan and coat my jeans and shirt with cum.
“So sexy how much you love it,” he says, swiping my cum into his mouth while stroking himself with his left hand.
Damn. I rest my forehead on his thigh. I wipe my cum dripped hand on the sheets. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve orgasmed from giving him head.
“Need a head doc. Love it too much,” I pant.
He laughs. “That’s the double entendre of the year.”
It takes my post-orgasmic brain a second for the joke to land, and then I lose it. We’re buckled over laughing when he randomly snorts, and the look of bewilderment that crosses his face has us cracking up so hard tears stream down my face, and Sid has to press down on his stomach to stop cramping.
He wipes his eyes. “It’s perfect how much you love it. Never change.”
“I don’t know,” I splutter. “Think I might need an impartial opinion.”
Never one to leave a job undone, I suck him back down. Less than a minute later, he tenses up and puts pressure on my neck. I massage his balls in tandem, causing him to fuck my mouth. Spitting on my finger, I massage his rim.
“Fuck, Ty,” he sputters and damn near levitates off the bed as he unloads in my mouth. I continue to bob, suck, and swallow him until he’s wrung out.
I wipe my mouth, then punch his arm.
“Ow,” he says, though he’s too dopey to have felt it.
“I’m late now because of you.” I look down at my cum-covered outfit. “And I have to change and clean up all over again. You know better than to show me your erection when I have to be somewhere.” I scowl as I climb out of bed and waddle to the bathroom with my soaked briefs and jeans.
“Can’t pretend that I’m sorry when you just sucked my dick like you’re possessed by the god of fellatio, then swallowed my cum like it’s ambrosia.”
