Page 17 of This or That
His sexy plea stokes my fire. His mixed signals have vanished. His blatant desire doesn’t leave room for doubt… but he has to voice exactly what he wants.
“I love how you react to my touch.” My voice is no more than a strangled whisper, and I’m not even addressing him, but myself. The tip of my tongue traces a path along the hot skin of his neck. He fidgets against me while I teasingly stroke him over the fabric so he won’t freak out.
His moans make my blood pound as his slightly hairy chest heaves up and down; his hair is so fair and sparse that I have to caress his skin to feel it.
“Then touch me more… I want more, Hunter.” His fingers feverishly run under my dress shirt and explore my waist. The tickling sensation grows stronger, but I will myself to behave and focus on the task at hand.
I’m tempted to tell him my first name and request his, but now is not the time. “Explain.”
“Stop teasing!” he groans. “Isn’t it obvious that I want you?”
“You want me how? Tell me,” I say in a rushed breath. The anticipation is killing me, making my heart thump in my chest and my stiffy throb against my zipper.
“You always this demanding?” His irritation and ardor speak right to my dick. With his question, his hand snatches mine and guides it into his boxer briefs, steering me so that there’s no interruption between my strokes. “This… I wantthis.”
My fingers circle his massive girth, my thumb caressing the tip of his impressive hard-on and smoothing the beads of precum that I find along his slit.
“Oh, fuck me!” he grunts, but his entire body freezes for a split second; he must be wondering if I’ll take his exclamation as an invitation.
“Spell it out so there’s no misunderstanding, baby.”Did I just call him baby?Wow, I didn’t see that one coming! But then again, I have his length in my hand, so it’s not like he’s a complete stranger, and calling him “man” felt more friendly than horny. “This?” I squeeze him harder. “As in my hand where it is now.” He hisses, then growls and quivers. “Or that?” My tongue traces his earlobe. He gasps when I add, “As in my tongue on your cock.” Subtlety has no business here. He has to decide what he wants. “Just so you know, I’ll enjoy both. What about you?” I ask, deepening my voice. “So, which is it?” My favorite game is more fitting than ever. “This or that?”
“That… I wantthat… I want you…” He pauses to muster the courage to say, “I want your tongue on my cock.” His heart races. “I… Suck me off… please.”
There’s that word again. My heart melts a bit more at his jumble of polite manners and crude words, while my free hand splays on his back and slides down to shuck his boxer briefs and pants in one swift move.
By the time his clothing lands at his ankles, my knees have already hit the plush carpet. His proud hard-on springs free.
Sweet! My tongue travels across my lips, anticipating his taste. With a hooded gaze, I glance up. Our eyes lock and an indistinct emotion flashes across his face. Desire prevails.
“My pleasure.” Without further ado, my hand that never stopped pumping him increases its speed.
His eyes are transfixed. His breathing is vocal. His face is flushed.
Happiness ripples through me as I let my tongue wander leisurely around his tip, swirling, getting acquainted with him. My other hand keeps busy fondling his balls; his gorgeous ass swings back and forth against the door like a pendulum.
Such a glorious sight.
Still rubbing his tip with my thumb, I gulp one of his balls into my mouth and massage it playfully with my tongue, then do the same to the other. Short breaths. Happy grunts. Erotic noises. I set him free. “Damn, I’ve wanted to suck your dick for so long,” I profess between licks. It makes him smirk. Wait, wait, wait… That’s not the reaction I’m after, although it does boost my morale.
Consequently, my daring stare hardens as I take all of him and he hits the back of my throat.
“Holy shit!”
Yeah, that’s it!
His green eyes darken with need and don’t falter as he pulls on my hair; I’m glad he chooses to keep his eyes open, otherwise I’d complain. Naturally, tonight’s dinner conversation didn’t include sexual preference; I have no clue what his experience with men is. What I’ve witnessed so far tells me that he’s into me, and that’s all that matters for now.
“Ohhhh…. Fuck…. I… You… Mmm… There…”
His fist grips my dark hair tighter, directing and imposing a rhythm as I take care of his ballsack and make a point of maintaining eye contact. I let him fuck my mouth, his grunts and expletives apprising me of his progress. As for my gag reflex, I’m confident that his widening eyes express both his surprise and pleasure. A smile tugs at the corner of my lips with the sound of his appreciation.
His hold loosens and, before I realize it, he runs his fingers through my hair. It makes me lose it for a reason that I don’t quite comprehend. The sweeter he becomes, the faster I work him.
“You should… I’m… I’m gonna…” His hand on my head abruptly stops. His knees buckle with the building pressure. His lazy eyes laced with hunger express concern as he tries to warm me. My left hand claws his upper thigh to show him that I’m not going anywhere until I finish the job; the blowjob, that is.
Polishing off the evidence of his intense pleasure, I run my tongue over my glistening lips. I burst out laughing when his legs give way and he slides down on his bare ass as I get up. I’m fully-clothed. Fully satisfied. Fully erect. He stares at the bulge that tents my jeans. Leaning towards me, his hand covers it, which makes him shudder. He doesn’t squeeze. He doesn’t tease. He doesn’t caress. Somehow, I find his unexpected boldness endearing, but that won’t do because hesitation is written all over his face. It looks like he’s getting acquainted with the idea. Too bad I’m too fucking horny to have a modicum of patience.
“Maybe it’s best you don’t start something you’re not gonna finish.” I bend his way to grab his hand and help him to stand. Relief washes over him, and he nods wordlessly, pulling his boxer briefs and pants back on in a brisk move. “Come on, I’ll give you the grand tour.” When he faces me, we realize that I didn’t release my hold on his hand and we stay there, mesmerized. His gaze flits from our joined hands to my mouth, and he deposits what feels like a thank you kiss on it. I screw my eyes shut to bask in the gesture, then take him in. He wets his lips, which ignites my desire when I fathom that he tasted himself on my lips. He’s hot as fuck. Plain and simple. “You really wanna make me cream my pants, don't you?”
