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He opens his mouth and then shuts it. But he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he scoots over to his seat, puts on his seat belt, and nods, pointing forward.
I laugh, start the car, and cut off as many drivers as I can to get to my house as fast as possible.
CHAPTER18
Danny
Iusher Alden into my house, close the door, then stop and hold him, leaning down and kissing him softly.
I want us to already be shedding clothes on the way to the bedroom, bumping into furniture and not caring about anything except getting naked. I want to push him down on the kitchen table and make him feel things he’s never felt before.
But I need to be more careful with him. I need to focus on his pleasure, his level of comfort. Even though we’ve talked about all sorts of sexual acts, I want him to lead tonight.
The sensual kiss is making my cock even harder than when I was watching Alden strip at the spa. I pull back to take off my jacket and set down my keys, wallet, and phone, then wrap my arms around his waist, tugging him close. “Alden?”
“Hmm?” he says into my chest.
I pull back and tilt his chin up so he’s looking at me. “What would you say if I told you I want to be the first man to suck your dick?”
“I, I, I would be okay with that. I mean, if you wanted to. You know.” He blinks rapidly, then laughs. “Oh my God, I can’t even be cool about it.”
“I don’t want you to be cool about it. Or, rather, I already think you’re cool.”
“Then… I might come in my pants from the mere idea of you doing it.”
“Okay.”
He blinks again. “What you do you mean, ‘Okay’?”
“If you come in your pants, I’ll just have to wait a few minutes.” I grin. “I like it when you come in your pants.”
“Holy shit.”
But he’s given me the green light, and I’m not going to insult him by questioning him any more. If he wants to put the brakes on, I’ll stop, and he knows that.
So I fall to my knees in front of him and nuzzle his crotch. He’s hard behind his zipper. I whisper, “Fuck yes,” and leave an open-mouthed kiss on the fabric. I look up, searching his eyes. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
He nods so many times I’m worried his head may fall off. I smile against his hip.
“Please. Put me out of my misery,” he mutters.
I unbutton and unzip his jeans, then slide them and his underwear down far enough to have access to his dick.
It’s a very handsome dick—ruddy at the tip, thicker than mine but not as long. I get off on how hard he is. How I canseehow much he wants this.
I part my lips and wrap my mouth around him, going down as far as I can. Remembering my first experiences on the receiving end, I fully expect him to come immediately.
“Oh, God,” he whimpers. “That feels…”
I figure, if this is going to be fast, I might as well make it feel as good as it can, so I loosen my throat muscles, breathe out through my nose, and give him a good, hard suck.
“Fuck.”
I love hearing him come undone. I can tell by how rigid he is, his cock straining, his thighs quivering, that he’s going to unload.
It hits me hard that I’m the first one to do this to him. While I’ve given and received plenty of BJs, this one feels monumental, brings out the caveman in me.
I suck his dick and think,Mine.
