Page 65 of Wrap Around
Narrowing my eyes, I pinch his nipple. He squeaks like a little mouse and covers his chest with his hands.
"Well, I guess I'll just get up then. God forbid I get my morning breath on your cock," I sass, turning away from him.
In a flash, Gideon has me pinned beneath him. He rolls his body over mine and pushes his knee between my thighs to spread them, settling himself between my legs. His hips roll, sliding the length of his cock against mine.Oh, hell yes.
My moan is muffled by my lips pressing hard together. He tries to kiss me, but I refuse to open for him. I'm not about to be blowing my stank breath all over his face after he called me out like that. Not even to call him out for also having morning breath. It's a good thing he's cute, because otherwise I'd–
Gasp.
Every thought in my head melts right out of me when Gideon dips his head to lick up the column of my neck, up to my earlobe, where he bites softly.
"Open for me, baby. I want to chew on your tongue like bubblegum and see if I can still taste myself."
I groan, remembering the way he dove into my mouth, licking out every last remnant of himself after I sucked him dry. It's basically my new favorite pastime. My gag reflex needs work, but Gideon doesn't seem to mind me practicing on him as often as I want to. We've become the kind of people that go to bed the moment the kid is down, locking the door and immediately stripping down. These last few weeks have been full of a lot of exploration and orgasms. So many orgasms. So much cum. I've had to work harder to stay hydrated, and we've had to come up with some clever ways to keep the bedsheets clean, so we aren't changing them two orthree times a night, although a few nights ago, I shot so hard we had to change the pillowcases and wipe down the headboard. Thank goodness Gideon had the foresight to shove my underwear in my mouth to muffle my scream.
I've stimulated my own prostate before. I even have a prostate massager about the size of a fine point marker and it vibrates. It feels pretty good, but it'snothinglike what Gideon made me feel that night. With his finger crooked inside me, massaging directly over my gland, his wet hand working my shaft, and his mouth on my balls, I've never felt so many sensations at once. It overloaded my brain. I came hard, violently even, and without warning, spraying in an arc that splattered me from my belly button to my forehead, the pillows behind me, the headboard, and there was even a little on the wall.
Apparently, I have a very reactive prostate. Who knew? Well, we do now, but Gideon isn't comfortable going any further yet. I respect taking things at his pace and comfort level, but I can't shake the feeling that he's holding back because he's still worrying over what happened when I let him inside me the first time. I can't convince him that he doesn't need forgiveness, that I was just as responsible for that as he was. I expected it to hurt, and he's horrified by that. He promises that, eventually, he'll prove to me that it can be much, much better. After what he's shown me, I believe him. And I'm trying to be patient.
I just want him so bad.
With the memory of his fingers inside me, and the feel of his cock against mine, I forget my will to be stubborn and open my mouth on a strained gasp when he squeezes my thigh and rolls into me again. He takes advantage and presses his mouth to mine, forcing his tongue inside. I welcome the intrusion with a moan and lift my hips, searching for more friction.
We lose ourselves to the feel of our bodies writhing against each other. I’m close to coming already. I whine, not wanting this to end yet, wanting to ride the edge of oblivion for as long as I can before it has to be over.
Gideon senses that I’m close and pulls back. But he’s not giving me the reprieve to calm down like I think he is. He kisses down my bare chest, licking and nipping along the lines of my abs the way I wanted to do when he was still asleep. Briefly standing up from the bed, he reaches over to shut the door quietly and turn the lock. On the way back, he pulls his sleep shirt over his head and tosses it before crawling on his knees back to the bed. Eyes on me, he grabs the drawstring of my sleep pants with his teeth and pulls. Once they're loose, he uses his hands to pull them down just below my balls, fondling while he takes me in his mouth.
“Oh, God,Gideon?—”
In just a matter of weeks, Gideon has learned to play my body better than I have over the past twenty-one years. I thought maybe it had something to do with having more experience, but he admitted to me, rather sheepishly, that he’s been more of a taker than a giver. His experiences with other men have mostly been showing up to anonymous hookups scheduled through an app, or with strangers in seedy clubs, where the expectation was that both parties were prepped and ready for a quick, dirty, impersonal interaction. Eight times out of ten it was someone sucking him off, on rare occasions it was the other way around. And he rarely, if ever, needed to prep the guy he was hooking up with and didn’t always stick around to make sure they also got off. Despite my best efforts to reassure him, he holds a lot of shame for the decisions he’s made the last three years. It’s part of what drives his determination to make sure I get the most pleasure.
He knows my buttons like the cheat codes to a computer game. One finger inside me at just the right angle, with just the rightamount of pressure, his hand or mouth stroking over the sensitive head of my shaft, a little attention on my balls, and…
Bam.
Heat explodes from the base of my spine, working its way up my dick. My entire body tenses, and my cock pulses into Gideon's mouth. He milks every drop from me with his finger pressing against my spot and massages my balls until they're empty and I'm boneless. It's so good, it takes me a minute to realize I was the one that was supposed to be swallowing him down, not the other way around.
"You cheater," I pant. "Now it's my turn."
He doesn't move when I try to push him up to switch places, though.
"There's no time," he says, the words garbled and strained.
A weird sort of panic flashes through me, a sense of loss because even though I'll see him later tonight, that'shoursfrom now. Almost a full day. And what if we're too tired after the game?
"Gideon," I pant his name desperately, and when his attention is on me and not trying to keep his cock from shooting off, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue.
A visible shudder runs through him, but he doesn't hesitate. Straddling my body, he moves up until he's hovering over my chest. He yanks down the front of his shorts, palms his cock, and pauses to wait for my eyes to meet his. When they're locked in, he opens his mouth and lets his tongue fall out. The mouthful of cum he was holding falls, sliding over his tongue in a slick rush and splashing wetly into his palm and along his shaft. My eyes nearly cross with arousal, and in a few wet jerks, he uses my cum to pump his release directly into my mouth. Some shoots up my nose and splatters across my cheeks and chin, dripping onto myneck, but most makes it where he intended. He mutters a string of curses as he comes, eyes dilated and glued to the scene below him.
"Holy hell, Silas. You always surprise me, you know that?" His words are soft and sweet, but he's still hovering over me, running the tip of his cock over my lips like a balm while he praises me for being his cumslut. "Don't swallow," he says, rubbing himself over the mess collected on my tongue, pushing it into the back of my throat where I try not to gag or let any of it slide down my throat. He likes saying the words, but he's the real cumslut here. Despite telling me he didn't enjoy giving head and refused to let cum get in his mouth before, he seems to enjoy swallowing mine pretty much daily. And he's obsessed with cleaning me of his own release, maybe even more so than mine.
Like he can hear my thoughts, Gideon repositions and drapes himself over my body, bringing his mouth down on mine once more. We roll around, touching, groping, caressing, and passing his cum back and forth between our mouths. By the time my alarm goes off, we're hard all over again. Knowing we need to get to the arena for morning skate, we decide to share a shower, which ends up taking longer than if we'd washed separately.
The whole way to the arena, I stare at our entwined hands in wonder. What a difference a month can make.
We've had a few days off, and every moment of them has been spent with each other in some way. We've gone to practice together, worked out together, spent the days with Addy and Lily. Every night and most naptimes, and moments in between, we've found ourselves locked away and wrapped around each other. I've had four days of this bliss in a row, content to laze around and enjoy each other without worrying about the rest of the world. But today it's back to business as usual. We have a home game tonight, then back-to-back away games, and a long week after that. At least we have a break in February to look forward to—two whole weeks without a game. Practice and workouts are expected,but not mandated, and while most of the guys meet up at the arena to practice and workout together, some choose to do their workouts on vacation or spending time with family. I'm looking forward to spending most of it in bed.
Gideon shuffles by me in the kitchen, sleepily moving towards the coffee machine. I take a moment to stare at his butt in yet another pair of almost threadbare cotton sleep shorts. They're as soft as they look, and they leave nothing to the imagination. Sleeping naked isn't the best idea when you have a little one who is experiencing the newfound freedom of a toddler bed instead of a crib. She's surprised us more than once at various hours of the night and morning. We're working on potty training, so any wake ups involve getting up and taking her to the potty, cleaning her up if her training diaper is wet, and a full song and dance that involves stickers and a lot of praise for even the smallest tinkle into the potty. You don't want to be naked for that, but honestly, are those shorts any more effective?
