Page 67 of Needing Your Love
“So beautiful,” he mused, rubbing his thumb over my lower lip to the ring in the corner. “Pillowy soft—pouty. Been dreaming about this mouth for years.” A shuddered sigh panted his exhale over my face. “I’ve never kissed a man before.”
Pre-cum seeped from my slit as my dick attempted to buck from its lace and denim prison. I would be his first kiss. His first fuck.
I, Jimmy Riley, would own those parts of Sutton.
My throat tightened, eyes growing wet over the gifts he wished to give me.
Sutton’s gaze lifted, searching my face, a slight frown marring his brow. “You okay?”
“Better than.” I breathed the words, my smile trembling.
He tugged on my lower lip. “Jimmy…” He snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me flush against him before grasping the back of my neck. “Hold still. Let me taste this luscious mouth.”
Swoon. Fucking. City.
My knees went weak as he closed the distance between us, and I whimpered at the press of his lips against mine. We both panted, and being a good boy, I didn’t move. Soft, gentle kisses peppered over my slightly parted lips from corner to corner, his tongue flicking over my piercing.
A low rumble in his chest caused my already thrumming pulse to throb in time with the ache in my balls.
He suckled on my lower lip, drawing it into his mouth, his tongue soothing over my flesh.
Weak knees caused me to sag against him, and I clung to his shirt with a death grip. Our hard dicks pressed tight, and I fought my lust to grind all over him like the needy whore I was?—
No.
Sutton found me worthy enough to bring me into his bedroom, and I wouldnotallow echoes from the past to take me out of the moment.
He slid his tongue into my mouth, exploring and tasting. Probing. Licking and sucking however the fuck he desired, and I let him carry me away from the shit in my head. Sutton had owned me since my teenage years, and almost a decade of needing this intimacy with him had finally come to fruition.
A slow retreat, a chaste press of his lips to my lip ring, and Sutton stepped back.
I whimpered, trying to chase after him because I wanted my tongue on that incisor, goddammit, but he held my upper arms in a firm grip.
“Stay still.”
Swallowing hard, I stared up at him, nodding, hands dropping to my sides.
“Let me unwrap the gift of you,” he murmured, gaze sliding down over me from the throbbing pulse in my neck to my toes curled from his kiss.
Butterflies fluttered in my chest causing a whine to rise up my throat.
“I’ve got you, baby boy.”
I trusted him.
He gathered the edge of my shirt and tugged upward, encouraging me to lift my arms so he could strip my torso bare. A low groan rumbled in his chest as the material dropped to the floor, and he palmed my pecs.
“Love these,” he murmured, thumbing over the rings in my nipples. He leaned down and licked, flicking the metal with his tongue as he’d done with the piercing in my lower lip.
I hissed, my balls tightening against my groin. “Keep at it, and I’ll come from that alone,” I warned.
One of his brows lifted as he peered at me. “Seriously?”
“Fuck yeah,” I breathed. “Super sensitive there.”
“I’ll remember that for next time.” Sutton knelt—fucking got on his knees.
For me.
