Page 43 of Bad Boy
It’s so, so hot.
My dick pulses in his mouth, and he must know I’m seconds away from nutting because he pulls off with apop. I groan, even though I don’t want to come yet.
Ducking his head, Remi licks a long stripe up the underside of my cock. His wicked tongue laps at my slit, placing exquisite pressure there and driving me wild.
“Oh, God.Remi. Keep doin’ that,” I moan wantonly. “Please,” I whine.
He reaches back around, grasping my cheeks before slipping a finger into my crease and lightly caressing my hole. “Ohhh,” I moan slowly, drawing the word out obscenely.
“Look at me.” The whispered command has my eyes instantly popping open. I gaze down at him, his smoldering stare intense as ever. He licks and laps at my cock, paying special attention to the spot right under my head, and it’s never felt so good. My legs start to tremble, my orgasm on the brink.
He sucks me back into his mouth, and it doesn’t take more than two seconds before I’m spilling down his throat in a breathy shout. My dick pulses in his mouth, wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through me. He presses more firmly against my hole while I’m coming, and I swear a second orgasm is right behind the first. And then it’s blast-off, and I’m flying to the freakin’ moon. My legs nearly give out as I whimper and twitch until I’m completely and totally spent.
My too-tight grip on his hair doesn’t let up until my dick starts to soften, and Remi releases me with a wet slurp, swallowing every last bit of the mess. And I can appreciate that.
Even in my blissed-out state, I appreciate him cleaning up after himself.
Another inappropriate laugh bubbles out of me.
“Okay. Not what a guy wants to hear after he gives his first blow job, Linc,” Remi teases, even though he knows that just rocked my world.
He stands up and kisses me abruptly, silencing my laughter with his mouth and forcing me to taste myself on his tongue. I kiss him back, unbothered by the fact that he just swallowed my cum.
Now it’s my turn to return the favor.
“Can I try?” I’m feeling brave, so I grope him through his jeans. He’s got to be dying to get these off. He’s so hard, and his cock is practically snaking down his thigh.
“Fuck yeah. You can try anything you want, Preppy. My body is your playground.” And then he winks, reaching down to unbutton his pants. He shimmies them down, kicking them off before pulling his Henley over his head in one smooth motion. And now he’s standing before me in just his underwear and socks—both black, no surprise there. His creamy skin is smooth and toned, his muscles rippling under my touch. I run my hands over his chest and abs, appreciating all the hard work he must put in to look this good. I trail my fingers down his bulging biceps and caress his toned forearms, continuing to trace the beautifully shaded tattoos there. When my hand passes over his, he grabs it and walks backward, tugging me toward our bed for the weekend.
He stops at the foot of the bed, and I get on my knees for him, just as he did for me. I peel his skin-tight boxer briefs down in one motion. His hard cock bobs out, nearly smacking me in the face, but I grab it and place a tentative peck on the swollen tip, making him groan.
“Oh fuck. Do it again, Preppy.” His voice is husky and lightning jolts through my stomach, knowing I’m the one making him feel like this.
The drop of precum beading at his slit is teasing me, and I lap it up, moaning at the salty, bitter taste. I lick his shaft, dragging my tongue along the thick vein there. He stares at me with hooded eyes, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of his bottom lip. Remi stays impossibly still as I attempt to stretch my lips over the wide girth of his cock.
I know he likes eye contact, so I peer up at him, only slightly self-conscious of my strange eyes. But I know Remi seems to be intrigued by my heterochromia. He hasn’t asked me about it, and I like that he just accepts me for me.
I focus my attention on the velvety soft flesh in front of me and continue to swallow him down, enjoying the heavy weight of a cock on my tongue for the first time.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
REMI
“Fuck. You’re such an innocent person, Linc. I get hard just knowing you’re looking at a dick—my dick. It’s twisted,” I confess. “But when you touch it? Or put your mouth on it. . .” I trail off, unable to form words to describe what I’m seeing before me.
His pink lips can barely stretch enough to accommodate my girth, and it’s so fucking sexy. His alluring eyes pull me in as much as the suction of his mouth is pulling on my cock. Because holy fucking hell, is he sucking me with serious force. Like someStar Wars, Jedi master type of force.
I run my fingers through his silky tresses without applying any pressure. He continues to bob his head vigorously, and I lower myself to the edge of the bed before my legs give out. Lincoln adjusts to the new angle, never removing his mouth from the chokehold it has on my dick. I spread my legs wider, giving him more room to work. He pops off to catch his breath, spit hanging from his swollen red lips and trailing down to my cock.
Fuck, this is so hot.
I lean back with my arms braced behind me and watch him with half-lidded eyes and a pounding heart.
He takes a five-second breather before diving back in, licking my shaft up and down and swirling his tongue around the head.
All thoughts disappear as I focus on his passionate mouth and the way he’s sucking me like a pro. He’s tonging my slit with delicious pressure, nearly slipping it inside before he flattens his tongue and turns his head sideways, licking me up and down. I lift my head up and peer down at him. “Holy fuck. What are you doing, Preppy? That feels amazing.”
My breathing grows uneven. He’s so sloppy, so enthusiastic, and it’s making me achingly hard for him. I’m about to nut right now from the wet slurping noises alone. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I squeeze them shut, gripping the comforter tightly, trying to ground myself. If I look at him right now, I’m a goner. I’ll fucking detonate. I’ve never had a blowjob like this in my life. And it’s from a boy.
