Page 41 of Nothing To Lose
Tyler's head falls back against the bed, his arms and legs limp. I keep mouthing his perfect cock until it's flaccid, and he's hissing from the overstimulation. Only then do I pull his sleep pants back up to cover him, even though they're messy and wet inside. Mine are, too. We'll both need a shower. If his closed eyes and relaxed body are any indication, he'll probably take a nap now, so I'll sneak off for a shower first to take care of my own situation. I'm harder than fucking steel after sucking him off. I was impressed he rallied so fast, but the taste and feel of him in my mouth got my cock up pretty fast, too. He's so fucking hot when he comes, especially with the little surprised face he makes, like he didn't know it would happen. Then again, coming and having someone make you come are pretty different.
Sex is fun, and I've almost always enjoyed it. There were a few shit experiences here and there, but I've used those as learning opportunities to know my body and listen to my partner's. I take their comfort and pleasure seriously because I've been on the other side when my partner didn't, and I never want to be that person. I get off on my partner getting off. It’s one reason I love giving head. But with Tyler, it's a whole new level of mind-blowing. He’s experiencing all of this for the first time, and his reactions alone could make me blow. I want to make him come in so many ways, all the time.
Tyler isn't quite passed out, but he's a little delirious. It's adorable and sexy.
"You alright?" I ask, climbing over him to drop a gentle kiss on his lips.
"You… You just…" He sighs happily. "That was…"
A contented rumble moves through my chest at the goofy grin on his face, his half-closed eyelids, and his still rapidly beating heart that I can feel against my chest.
"That was delicious," I finish for him. "I loved sucking your cock, and I want to do it again and again," I murmur, dropping kisses on his jawline, neck, and back up to his lips. "Later. Now we need to get ready to head out. I want to show Anders, Mac, and Brenna your designs, if that's okay with you."
"You do?"
"Um, yeah. I really love what you did, Tyler. I think it could make all the difference to my setup. If you're okay with me using the plans, that is."
"I'm more than okay with it. I'm actually really excited. I didn't think I'd ever get the chance to actually see something I designed come to life."
Because he doesn't think he'll ever use his degree, but he doesn't want to bring the mood down by mentioning it.I wonder if seeing a project come to life might help him decide to follow his dreams, after all. It's not like he's been playing his father's games the past few days. He's barely turned his phone on since their conversation on Tuesday, and to my knowledge, hasn't had any contact with him at all.
"Good," I say, even though there's so much more that needs to be said. "You rest a minute, and I'm going to take a quick shower."
Eyes closed, he barely stirs as I stand up from the bed and make my way to the bathroom. I strip out of my sticky pants while I brush my teeth and get the water started. Once it's to temperature, I step under the spray and relax into the hot water. I make quick work of washing my hair and body, but slow down when I get to my half-hard cock. The soap lathers as I roll my balls in my hand, and clean the remnants of coming in my pants from the short curls of my pubic hair. Fucking hell, that was hot, and it almost happened again when I blew him. It's almost happened half a dozen other times, too, because even just kissing him does things to me. I'm like an over-excited, horny teenager.
I give myself a few long, slow strokes, but don't intend to do more. I told Tyler I'd only be a minute so he can get ready, too.
"Need some help with that?"
I startle, turning around to find Tyler sitting on the counter, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. How long has he been there, watching me? His eyes are locked on my cock, the suds rinsed away now. With a tentative glance to meet my eyes, Tyler stands and turns to rinse his mouth and toothbrush. I notice the way he avoids his reflection, but my mind shuts down when he starts walking towards me, dropping his pants on the way.
Gloriously naked, looking shy but confident enough, he steps under the water with me. Instead of passing him the body wash, I soap up a rag and smooth it over his back, arms, and around his chest. I wash him the way I did that first day, gently and without intent. The only difference is that I most certainly do look this time, and touch, cleaning his cock and balls and loving the way he feels in my hand. I think about the last time we were in here together. I think about dropping to my knees and taking him in my mouth again. I think about turning him around and tongueing him until he cries. My cock twitches. He notices and meets my eyes with a knowing grin.
"Behave," I say, but there's no tone behind it.
Tyler wets his lips, his chest expanding with each slow breath, water cascading down his body and rinsing the soap away. He looks like he's trying to gather the courage to do or say something.
"What do you need?" I ask, cupping his face while my other hand caresses down his back.
"I want you to teach me," he says slowly. Holding my gaze, he takes a step back out of the water and lowers himself to his knees. His eyes are steady on mine, but there's a touch of uncertainty in his voice and posture. "Teach me how to make you feel the way you made me feel."
A burst of pre-cum shoots out of me at just the sight of him on his knees, looking up at me with all the trust in the world. The heat rushing through me threatens to make me sway, so I turn the water off and lean one hand against the tile wall.
"You want to suck me?"
He nods. "I want you to tell me how to do it, how to make you come with my mouth." The spark of heat behind his eyes confirms this is something he wants, not just something he feels obligated to do because I did it.
Taking my cock in hand, I step in closer, bringing it to his lips.
"Do you want to taste me first?" He nods and leans forward, darting his tongue out to gather some of the pre-cum that's dripping from the tip. He rolls the flavor around his mouth, pupils dilating. Eyes wide, he licks a larger swipe up the bottom of my shaft, and then wraps his lips around just the tip, sucking gently. It's almost enough to bring me to my knees.
"Fuck,kitten. That's good," I croak, barely able to get the words out. His eyes light up at the praise, and I want to give him everything. "You look good with my cock in your mouth. Want some more?"
He nods, opening his mouth wider, letting me feed him more of myself. I thrust gently, rubbing my cock on his tongue, and we both groan at the same time. My voice is practically a wheeze at this point. "You like that?" He nods and I'm not sure how much longer I can last like this. "Suck me, baby. Take what you want."
He moans as he closes his lips around me mid-shaft. His tongue snakes around my tip before he moves his head, taking me deeper and then out again. As he gets more comfortable, I let go of my cock and hand myself over to be experimented on, both hands on the wall to steady myself, becausegoddamn. Tyler Valdin has my cock in his mouth and it might be the best thing to ever happen to me.
For a moment, I forgot just how observant he is. He's learning me as he goes, paying attention to every twitch of my body, every moan, every spurt of pre-cum he sucks from me. Which means the best blow job of my life is getting better by the moment. And before I know it, my eyes are crossing. He's got one hand around the base, twisting it just right as he strokes me, tongue working the sensitive ridge just beneath the tip, mouth closed around the head of my cock with just the perfect amount of suction.
