Page 30 of A Different Form of Oxygen
Twenty
Ben
Woken up by loud snoring, I lightly blink my eyes open to Gavin spread out beside me on my bed with a sheet hanging low on his hips. We were both too tired last night to do anything more than sleep. The sun is shining through the window, giving his skin a heavenly glow and accentuating his best attributes, which is basically all of him.
“Keep staring and I may do a little dance for you.” His voice is deep and raspy.
I tap my finger to my chin. “I think I might now that I know that’s an option.”
His muscles bulge as he stretches his arms out, folding them behind his head. The man is so hot, it should seriously be illegal. “You may just give me a complex if you aren’t careful.”
“Or I may give youojo.”
“And what is that exactly”?”
“Have you ever heard the expression of giving someone the eye?” I rest my face on my elbow, laying on my side facing him.
He raises his eyebrows in curiosity. “I don’t think I have.”
“In Latin American cultures, it’s a superstition we have.Ojomeans looking at someone with envy, giving them the eye, and it’s said to give that person bad luck.”
“Well, in that case stop staring at me with envy. And instead of staring, do something about it.”
“Like what, exactly? Something like this?” I slide my hand beneath the sheet, coming in contact with his warm skin and the hair of his happy trail. The tenting of the sheet tells me he’s enjoying the contact as much as I am. He bites his lip, humming when my hand reaches his cock, caressing and stroking it. He prevents my hand from going any further when he jumps up into a seating position, eyes going wide.
“Oh, damn. I just remembered. I can’tthis morning, Angel. As much as I rather lay here in bed with you all day, I told my brother I would play receptionist today for him since Stephanie is sick.”
I frown. “Don’t we have a little time?”
He glances down at his growing erection and back at me. “I guess I have some time to spare before I have to get up.”
“But you’re already up,” I say with a wink.
He laughs. “Tell me what you want, beautiful Angel.”
“You know what I want, Papi.”
“Yes, your Papi always knows just what you need, but I like to hear you say it.”
I keep my eyes on the sheet, licking my lips. Wishing it wasn’t in the way. “I want to taste you.”
He pulls back the sheet, revealing the precum dripping from his tip. “Go ahead, baby, take it into your mouth.”
It doesn’t take long for my mouth to be on him. This morning, I’m unable to take my time driving him wild with my tongue. My mouth moves up and down his long shaft. He is gentler this time when his hand presses against my head and it doesn’t take long for his body to lose control beneath me, as he continues to rock his hips forward, riding the waves of his orgasm.
His release is seeping from my mouth as I attempt to swallow every last drop from his softening cock. All this time I thought about tasting him again, wondering if he tasted as good as the first time, and this morning, I had my answer.
“Thank you, Papi; that was delicious.” Humming in satisfaction, I swipe my tongue over my lips. He uses his fingers to collect the rest of his seed from my face before moving his dripping digits into my mouth. I lick and suck up every last drop, loving the saltiness of his cum mixed with the taste of his skin. With a plop, he pulls his fingers from my mouth and they are replaced with his warm, strong lips.
I love the taste of Gavin, morning breath and all. Our tongues collide, and our kisses become sloppy as our mouths connect in desperation. I’m panting against him as our warm bodies are being pressed tightly together. I’d give anything for more time with Gavin this morning. I’m not ready for the warmth of his body to leave mine. I’m not ready for our kisses to stop. We break apart nearly breathless and head for the bathroom. He gets dressed behind me while I brush my teeth and watch him in the mirror, enjoying the bright tattoos covering his arms and chest. He walks up behind me kissing me on the cheek and I suddenly forget what I was doing.
“I gotta get home and get ready since I didn’t bring any clothes with me. I’ll text you later.”
I roll my eyes. “You mean when you get bored?”
“Maybe that’s just something I tell you so you can feel sorry for me and come visit me.”
I smirk. “Now I know your tricks.”
