Page 28 of Missing Linc
He shudders under me and brings both his hands to my head, pressing me down on him.
I flick my tongue over and over again until he hisses and I let go.
“Okay?” I ask.
“Better than ever,” he replies with another hiss, and I return to the task at hand.
I plant a kiss along the scars too just so he knows so he knows I'm attracted to all of him, that everything about him turns me on, that he's beautiful and sexy. To put his worry from earlier outside the pizza place to bed for good.
And then I continue my trip south, tracing butterfly kisses along the way, each making his skin even more prickly.
I undo his button and pull those skinny blue jeans off his body. They feel painted on him, and I have to dismount him to get them completely off him, but it’s so worth it.
He’s wearing a pair of Nick Grant brief boxers, all black with a white band, and I savor every moment as I take those off him, as well.
My hands are shaking, and I don’t know why.
Well, actually, I know why. Because this is getting real. And I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve always known what to do. Instinctively.
He’s got a trail of pubes leading all the way down to his crotch where there’s a small, but erect dick.
I look up at him again.
“Is there… anything I should avoid doing? Anything that would make you feel uncomfortable?”
He shakes his head and slides his hand down to his dick, giving it a few erotic rubs.
“No. I’m not as dysphoric about my front hole as I was about my chest,” he says.
The way he’s touching himself, inserting a finger to his hole while pushing at his dick with his thumb makes my own dick more strained and desperate.
“I’ll let you know if there’s anything I don’t like. Although, I highly doubt I’ll dislike anything you do to me.”
There’s fire in his eyes. And I hope there’s fire in mine. That he can see it. Because I can certainly feel it.
I dip down and lick his dick.
Cam groans and removes his hands so I have more access to all of him.
I lash my tongue again this time over his labia and bring it all the way up to his engorged dick, getting another groan out of him.
The more I do it, the more the tension in my muscles loosen, and the more comfortable I get eating him. The swelling in my pants is painful now and I release myself from the confines of my pants and underwear while I give my focus to Cam.
I slip my tongue between his lips and use two fingers to rub his dick at the same time. Cam cries out and arches his back begging for more, to keep going, and I’m happy to oblige.
His hands on my head tighten, and since he has no grip as it’s all shaved, it just means I feel more of the heat and pressure and that drives me even deeper into him, making my motions, both with my tongue and fingers, more erratic and sloppy.
His groan builds up louder and louder until he’s literally singing for me, his thighs clench around my head and with a shudder drops back to the bed.
“Oh my God,” he says. “And you were worried you wouldn’t know what to do.”
“So I guess I did well on the test?” I ask, climbing up to him and giving him a kiss.
“Well? You aced the test, Teach,” he replies with a grin, and I kiss him again.
God, why was I so worried? Why was I ever worried? This is easier than breathing. Being with him. In his presence. In the radiance of his smile.
“Now, it’s my turn for the test,” he says and pushes me off him and onto my back. “Although, fair warning, Teach, I won’t just ace the test. I’ll kill it.”
