Page 97 of Storm Bound
“Then you haven’t tasted yourself,” he grumbled and pulled me down for another kiss.
It didn’t last long, though, because he unpinned his body from mine, a torture in and of itself, and guided me up the stairs and into the bedroom.
He pushed me back on the bed and climbed in my lap with a thirsty look that he quenched with my lips.
“I want to make love to you, baby,” he said.
“Yes, mas—,” I said, but Charlie put his fingers on my mouth and shushed me.
“None of that right now. I want to make love to Adam. No one else,” he whispered over me, giving me goosebumps with both his breath and words.
“Okay… Charlie,” I said. “Make love to me.”
He dipped down and kissed me again and again, his tongue diving into my mouth. I used mine to drink in his essence, his beauty, his kindness. Our crotches rubbed together hardening in an instant, but he didn’t relent. He kept on kissing. We kissed until my lips were swollen, and my dick throbbing. And then he took my shirt off, licking trails all over me.
I watched him with the same wonder I had when observing a piece of art. Because that was exactly what he was. And he was mine.
When he got to my crotch, he unbuttoned my pants and helped take them off. He took his own clothes off and then knelt on the floor, taking me in his mouth. I braced myself for the sensation, but it didn’t come.
I opened my eyes. His lips were around my crown, but they weren’t touching me. Instead, he teased me with the warmth of his mouth, and his tongue jutted at my slit but didn’t lick for more than a second. All the while, he jerked me off with slow, sharp movements that drove me even more insane than I already felt.
Then, without warning, he took me all in. My butt clenched. My stomach sank. My breath caught, and my whole body froze until he let go. He did it again. And again. And again.
“I thought you wanted to make love to me,” I said. “Not torture me.”
“I never said… Ididn’twant… to torture you. And… this isn’t torture… It’s teasing,” he replied between mouthfuls of my cock.
I watched him increase the speed he sucked me with, and the faster he went, the harder I breathed.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned him and prepared for the wave of release.
But it never came. Charlie stopped and climbed in bed next to me.
“What? It’s too early to come,” he said when I wouldn’t stop staring at him.
I turned on my side and pulled him in for a passionate kiss before I worked up my way down to his cock.
“My turn,” I told him and took him in my mouth.
He whimpered the moment my lips closed around his crown, and he gasped when I pushed all the way down. I didn’t do teasing like him. I did the job. And I wasn’t stopping until the job was done.
I tightened my lips around him, and I felt every vein as I worked up and down his length. Charlie moaned, grabbing handfuls of my hair. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to slow me down or guide me, but I was under no orders, so I would do what I wanted to do.
And that was to give him the best orgasm he’d ever had.
Charlie screamed and his warm load exploded in my mouth. I swallowed every last drop and continued sucking him until he stopped gasping and his dick had gone soft.
“You play dirty, Dr. Kravitz. Very dirty,” he said and took a deep breath.
“Sorry. I missed your taste,” I told him and lay down next to him.
I put a hand around his waist. He put his arm around mine, and we lay there in each other’s embrace, forehead to forehead, staring into each other’s eyes and breathing in the same rhythm.
“I love you, Adam,” he said, the effect of his words burning through me with more need, making my dick prod at his balls.
“I love you, too,” I told him.
He smiled and gave me a gentle kiss.
