Page 37 of Promised Summer
“Mmhmm,” I agreed and locked the bathroom door before tugging off my shirt. A trail of clothes followed me as I made my way to him.
“What are you doing?” Jones gulped, his still-wide eyes locked onto every one of my movements.
“I thought you might want some help with that,” I said, stepping under the spray with him and giving his erection a slow stroke.
Jones hummed with approval. His hands found my waist, and he pulled me in for a good morning kiss. The heat of his mouth and the taste of him I was now so familiar with had my own dick ready to come out to play.
I broke the kiss, and Jones leaned in, chasing my lips, but I stopped him with a smile. The puppy-dog look he shot me had me choking out a laugh. I pressedone last kiss to those pouty lips, then dropped to my knees.
“We don’t have much time,” I said and licked a stripe down his shaft.
“Ryan,” Jones moaned, his fingers grasping at my short hair. The way he moaned my name was music to my ears, and it only spurred me on as I sucked him in.
My eyes stayed locked with his. I loved watching the way they filled with desire as I took him in as far as I could. I wasn’t exactly a pro at sucking dick yet, and Jones wasn’t small either, so I only managed to swallow half his length before I was gagging.
“Don’t push yourself,” Jones murmured, his hand stroking my cheek.
I grunted, frustrated at my stupid gag reflex. I meant it when I said I wanted to be good for him last night. I tried to take more of him, and tears prickled my eyes at the effort.
“Ryan,” Jones chided. His hand slid down my cheek until he was cupping my chin. His thumb slipped into my mouth along with his dick, and he used the force to pull a bit of himself out until I could properly breathe again.
“You feel so good. Just having you touch me is enough,” he breathed, and I wondered if he was saying that because I was feeling insecure about not being enough for him.
I moaned around his dick, determined that even if Icouldn’t give him the best blow job of his life, I’d give him the most fucking enthusiastic one.
My tongue swiped over his head and played with his slit. Jones moaned appreciatively and his hands held me just firmly enough to stay in place. His neck was straining, probably from trying to keep still and letting me take the lead.
That was hot. Him standing there, taking the pleasure I gave him. I wanted him to feel so good. My hand reached to give his balls a quick fondle before sliding over his taint. Jones made an airy sound that had my own cock twitching.
My finger traveled further back. Our gazes stayed locked as I teased his hole. As if giving me permission, Jones nodded, and I slipped a digit inside.
The entry was slow going, with nothing but the shower water to lube the way, but soon, his hole opened up nicely for me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jones chanted when I curved my finger to hit his prostate.
I pulled off his dick long enough to say, “Quite a dirty mouth you have on you.”
The expression Jones gave me told me he was going to have some choice words for me if I didn’t hurry and finish my job. I laughed and put my mouth right back where he wanted it.
It only took one swipe of my tongue over his slit and a crook of my finger over his prostate to have one last “Oh, fuck” falling from his lips as he shot his load.
“Ryan,” he called, his grip on me tightening as he bent over my head. His moans of pleasure echoing off the bathroom walls were the most fucking beautiful thing I’d heard. I loved how I was the one making him feel this good.
His softening dick popped from my lips and he slipped his thumb into my mouth again to press against the flat of my tongue. I sucked his thumb as enthusiastically as I’d sucked his dick.
Jones muttered another curse and pulled me to my feet to smother me in a kiss that had me feeling a little lightheaded when it finally ended.
Jones kissed down my neck, stopping to graze his teeth over my collarbone. “You looked so fucking perfect down there. You make me feel so good.” I hissed when he sucked hard on my nipple.
“I want to make you feel just as good.” Without another warning, Jones fell to his knees and deep-throated me like he was trying for the cock-sucking Olympics. His gag reflex was nonexistent.
“Show-off,” I gritted out, trying my darnedest not to blow the moment his warmth enveloped me. Jones didn’t seem to care for my self-control, as he laughed with his mouth full of my cock. The fucking vibrations did me in, and I was shooting into the back of his throat.
What a way to start the day.
Brunch was a loud affair. Clay and Dan were the first to arrive, and we could hear them before even turning onto the block where Hector’s was located. They had pushed together a couple of tables at the diner’s outdoor seating.
They were laughing about something. “That’s a good sign. I thought they’d still be fighting after yesterday,” Jones muttered and glanced at me with a smirk.
