Page 67 of Mr. Picture Perfect
He places kisses down the length of my cock until he’s at the tip, where I watch him lick his lips.
But that innocent act of licking his lips causes his tongue to brush over the sensitive tip of my cock.
I gasp and issue a desperate groan.
He brings his tongue out again, this time with more intention, and swirls it around the end of my cock, wetting it. His lips, as soft as silk, keep grazing the tip, making me feel as if I could explode in seconds with no further buildup or anticipation.
I must be more pent-up than I thought. Coming twice in one night is a goalpost I sure didn’t know existed in my universe, let alone one I would achieve so unexpectedly.
But just after a few of his playful licks, I’m already there.
Then he opens his mouth.
He wraps his lips around just the head of my cock.
I let out a groan that shakes the walls.
How can just the tip feel so deliriously charged with pleasure?
That’s because there’s more than four thousand nerve endings there, the know-it-all in my mind explains.And there are another three to four thousand nerve endings down the shaft of the penis, meaning that if Cole decides to proceed, an orgasm will become imminent.
Cole’s mouth takes in another half inch.
My fingers curl, pulling on his hair. I gasp. Every muscle in my body tightens.
You need to hold back, the voice tells me.You can’t orgasm yet. It is too soon, and Cole’s warm, wet mouth is engulfing your throbbing cock one sensitive inch at a time.
The more I clench Cole’s hair, the deeper I feel his mouth go.
I think I’m inadvertently encouraging him.
My body wages war against the insurmountable pleasure that is flooding every part of my body right now. It’s a tug-of-war, in fact: just me on one side, pulling against a team of powerful Coles who are bringing me with one muscular tug at a time toward the messy, exciting, pleasurable pit of orgasm in the center.
It’s a lose-win situation I’m happy to be in.
“Cole…” I whimper.
His tongue bathes my cock as he continues to swallow more and more of me. I’m teetering on the brink. Each and every second that passes pulls me closer.
He starts to run his mouth up and down my cock, slowly and steadily, keeping a perfect rhythm.
Something about that perfect rhythm makes it even harder to hold back. The way he gives me pleasure in timed waves of his lips gliding up, lips gliding down. The way my body anticipates each slippery stroke of his tongue. The way my cock reacts, forced onto the edge, riding it whether it wants to or not, just from the perfect way Cole handles it.
The way he trains my body to rely on his mouth.
Drawing me closer and closer.
My heart, raging and happy.
“Cole…I-I’m about to…”
With surprising finesse, he slides my throbbing wet cock right out of his mouth and lets his soft hand take over without missing a beat. I have nothing to cling to but Cole’s wet hair, feeling as if I’m hanging off the end of the earth, just one tap away from falling.
He rises to his feet as he continues stroking me below.
His eyes lock onto mine.
“You’re so beautiful, Noah.” His words blend into the white noise of the shower, yet ring crystal clear in my ears. “You’re such a beautiful person. I wish you could see you through my eyes.”
