Page 34 of Beau Pair
Beau
What kind of designerdoesn’trealize he’ll have to get his model naked to measure?
This kind of designer.
Me.
How could I forget that making Gordon’s suit would require plenty of touch?
And this is how I’ve ended up with his dick in my mouth. Not that I’m complaining.
It was impossible to ignore his boner while measuring him up. Or his thick, hairy thighs. Or the hairy man chest that made me want to curl up into him so he can spoon me. Or that perfectly pert butt.
At least I haven’t embarrassed myself this time.
He wants me. I can see it in his eyes. I could see it the minute he opened his bedroom door to complain he couldn’t do it. And I can see it now, looking up at him with my lips over his cock.
Maybe making a complete fool of myself the other day wasn’t so bad after all?
Before either one of us changes our minds, I pull at the waistband of his white underwear and unveil the beauty that is his cock.
I have to admit, it’s not as long as I’ve imagined, but whatever he lacks in length, he makes up for in girth. My hole already clenches at the thought of him in me. This is gonna hurt, but I want him so much, so badly, so desperately, I no longer give a shit that he’s my boss and teacher, and I focus on the forbidden part of the situation.
I’m about to blow the father of the little girl I look after. My much older professor. My employer. My roommate.
If I didn’t have an erection before, I certainly have one now.
His hardness jolts out of its white fabric cage and stares back at me, girthy and all, and I have no time for tricks and teases like I normally do. I just take him in my mouth, and I don’t stop until I can feel him at the back of my throat.
Gordon gasps and then groans, and the vibrations climb all the way down to his cock and into my mouth. I close my lips around his cock, and I start sucking him while my hands reach up to his still-covered butt cheeks and squeeze. Gordon takes my head in his hands and rubs my temples with his thumbs.
I swallow him all the way down again, and this time, Gordon presses me on to him, my nose pushed against his pubes, and I take short whiffs of his man scent. Now that’s what I’m talking about. This is even better than the smell of his underwear. The real deal is far more addictive. As expected, of course.
We’re definitely in trouble.
If he thinks we’re doing this “mistake” only once, he’s wrong. Consequences be damned. If all I ever get in life is his cock in my mouth and his musk in my nose, I’d die a happy man.
But since dying isn’t happening now, I release him and take a deep breath, webs of spit connecting my mouth with his cock.
“You’refuckingsin,” he rumbles, and I look at him, the blue of his eyes burning me with its passion.
“And you are so tasty,” I tell him, and I take him in my mouth again, this time while my gaze is pinned on his. I want him to watch me while I suck him. To watch me watching him. Embed that memory deep in his mind so he can jerk off to it whenever and wherever he pleases.
I squeeze his butt again, but the underwear is still in the way, so I pull it all the way down to feel the heat of his skin. They’re so full and fit perfectly into my hands as if his butt cheeks were specifically made for my grip.
The more I squeeze them, the more he squirms under my touch. I press one finger against his hole, and his moan becomes a roar that I feel all the way to my core.
I mean, his cock is still in my mouth, so of course I feel it in my core.
His hands grip my head and start guiding me up and down his length while I give more attention to his rim. I massage his hole with more fingers, and he has to bite his lip to stop from screaming.
The thing is, though, I want him to scream. To say my name out loud with so much want and need that it makes me cum.
I bring one hand to the front and reach for his mouth with one finger. He doesn’t need to be told what to do. He bends slightly over so he can reach it and takes my finger in his mouth. He gives it a gentle bite before he uses his tongue to lather it up with saliva, then takes it out of his mouth and guides my hand back around to his ass.
I hold the wet finger over his hole and rub some of the spit over it and then I push it in. This time, Gordon doesn’t restrain himself. His moan comes roaring out of his mouth and bounces off the walls.
“Stop. Stop,” he gasps, and I freeze, looking up at him. “If you keep going, I’ll come, and we’re far from over yet.”
