Page 24 of A Man To Remember
"Fuck," I breathe, my hands flying to his hair.
He does it again, sucking harder this time, and I arch off the couch. I had no idea my nipples were connected to anything, let alone directly wired to my dick. But Austin clearly knows things about my body that I don't, because when he bites down gently, I nearly come right there.
"Sensitive," he murmurs against my skin. I can feel his smile.
"Didn't know," I manage, and he chuckles.
"I'm going to enjoy teaching you."
Fuck.
The promise makes my cock leak, his words a phantom touch. He continues his descent, pressing kisses and gentle bites to my ribs, my stomach, following the trail of hair that disappears beneath my waistband.
When he reaches the elastic of my boxer briefs, he looks up at me, waiting for permission I desperately want to give.
"Please," I whisper, and the word comes out broken.
Austin hooks his fingers in the elastic and pulls, and then I'm completely naked, in front of another man, for the first time in my life. My cock springs free, slapping against my stomach, hard and leaking and so fucking desperate for attention I could cry.
"Beautiful," he says again.
This time I don't argue.
He wraps his hand around my cock, and the simple contact makes me buck up into his grip. His palm is warm and slightly rough, completely different from my own touch, and the sensation is maddening.
"You're so hard," he says, stroking me slowly from base to tip. "So fucking hard for me."
"Yeah," I gasp.
He leans down and licks a stripe up the underside of my cock, following the thick vein that runs from base to head.
The wet heat of his tongue is…
Jesus fuck.
My vision goes white around the edges.
When he swirls it around the tip, tasting the pre-cum that's been leaking steadily, I actually sob. Like, full-body sob, the sound ripped from somewhere deep in my chest.
"You taste good," he says, casual as commenting on the weather.
I don't think anyone has ever said that to me. No one has ever tasted me and wanted more.
Then his mouth closes around the head of my cock.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I lose the ability to form thoughts. The sensation is—
There are no words. Wet heat and suction and the scrape of teeth that should hurt but doesn't. My hands fly to his hair, fisting in the dark strands.
He takes me deeper, inch by agonizing inch until I hit the back of his throat. The muscles there contract around me, swallowing, and I cry out like I've been shot.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant.
My entire world narrows to the feeling of his mouth on my cock. Nothing else exists. Nothing else matters.
Austin pulls back until just the head remains between his lips. Then he sinks down again, deeper this time.
