Page 29 of Missing Linc
I laugh, but then he raises an eyebrow and I apologize.
“Living is overrated, anyway,” I add for good measure, and that seems to please him as he makes his way down to my pulsing dick.
He takes hold of me with one hand and strokes my slit with his tongue, edging precum and patience out of me. His breath on me only adds to the texture and definition of the sensations.
He licks down my shaft without letting it go from his hand, and when he reaches my balls, he takes them in his mouth, one by one, sucking on them, pulling at them. I groan in response. It’s painful but also pleasurable. And it seems as if he likes my reaction because he keeps on teasing me with my nuts while he flicks his thumb over my crown.
Watching him work his magic on me is a beautiful, wonderful sight. His blond hair, dark in the dim bedroom, his high cheekbones becoming hollow the more he sucks me, elongating his face.
And when he takes my shaft in his mouth? I don’t think I’ve seen a prettier picture.
Yeah, no clue what the hell had me so worried about sleeping with a guy. Sex is sex. And apparently sex with Cam is better than anything else in the entire world.
“You might want to stop,” I warn him when he keeps on taking me all the way to the root.
I don’t know how he can manage that. It’s not like I’m small. But apparently, gag reflex isn’t one of his weaknesses. That’s good to know.
“Oh, promises, promises,” he says, but he does pull away from me.
He sweeps the room with his gaze before he looks at me, the fire in his brown eyes bringing me one step closer to that warning.
“Do you have condoms?” he asks.
“Top drawer,” I say with a glance at the bedside cabinet, and he jumps off the bed to open it.
Before I know it, I’m sheathed and lubed and he’s sitting on top of me,takingme in, and correction,thisis the prettiest picture in the world. Him riding my dick like there is not a care in the world.
And right this moment, there isn’t a single one.
He controls the pace and the push and pull. He fills the room with his moaning. He rubs his dick while I’m penetrating him. He stares at me while doing it all. And fuck me if I can control myself any longer.
I spill inside the condom with a loud groan that sends him into a spiral of his own, but he keeps on going, he keeps on fucking me, he keeps on rubbing and then…
He bursts to life, covering me with his body, covering me with his own orgasm that reverberates through to my body.
He breathes on me, on my face, catches up with his breath. Then he smiles and kisses the tip of my nose.
“Thank you,” he says.
I can’t help myself again. I laugh. He grimaces.
“Thank you? For what? For my services?” I manage to chuckle, but the more I do, the harder it becomes to contain myself.
I’m just… too damn happy to stop.
“Thank you for some great sex. You don’t have to laugh,” he grunts.
“Come here,” I tell him and grab him by the nape and pull him down to my lips. “Thankyou,” I say when we pull away. “Thank you for showing me that I can still have… this.”
“This?” he asks with an uncertain grin.
I don’t know how to explain it. And most importantly, I don’t want to scare him.
“That… that I can be…with a guy.”
What I wanted to say? That I can be happy with a guy like him. A guy so different to me andsoout of my league it’s down-right ridiculous he’d be interested in me.
But I don’t know if it’d come out right. So it can wait until he knows me better. Until I know him better. And until I can be sure he won’t run for the hills.
