Page 25 of The Virgin
“That’s it. God, that feels good,” Spencer said.
Even though he was aware of Spencer's gaze on him, he didn’t dare look up. He kept his eyes shut on purpose and focused on using his tongue enough and his teeth not at all, on pumping his hand in the right rhythm and not going too fast or too slow. He wanted it to be good. He wanted to do this forever if his jaw would let him.
“Fuck, Jonah. I’m close. I’m close.”
Jonah knew it was a warning of courtesy, giving him time to pull off because not every guy wanted cum in his mouth, but Jonah didn’t know what he liked. Maybe next time he’d ask Spencer to paint his face with it, to unleash all over his lips and cheeks, to smear it on him and then kiss it off, but tonight he wanted it inside him.
Jonah put his other hand on Spencer’s chest and reached up, flicking a nipple gently. Spencer bucked, and Jonah almost gagged when his cock went too deep, but then Spencer’s other hand was on Jonah’s head and he was thrusting in and out in shallow thrusts, not going too deep but sawing in and out with speed.
“You’re incredible, Jonah. Your mouth is amazing, holy shit.” Spencer’s voice was tight, strained from effort and arousal.
Jonah was good. The compliment touched something inside of him that he hadn’t known was there. A desperate need to please existed, and Spencer had not only unearthed it but also soothed it with his gentle praise.
“So good, baby. I’m going to come.” Spencer tried to pull away, but Jonah followed, leaning forward to keep Spencer right where he was.
“Oh. Oh, fu-uck,” Spencer ground out as he came, pulsing hot and fast, flooding Jonah’s mouth with thick, tangy cum. Truthfully, it wasn’t the best thing Jonah had ever tasted, but he’d swallow a million of Spencer’s loads if it meant doing this again.
Jonah didn’t manage to swallow it all, though, and when he finally pulled back to catch his breath, he looked up at Spencer through a blur of tears. Spencer reached for him and swiped some cum off his chin and sucked it into his own mouth before dragging Jonah up off the floor.
“You okay?” Spencer palmed Jonah’s face in with one big hand.
Jonah nodded. He didn’t trust himself to speak. Before he knew what was happening, Jonah was spun and suddenly in the position Spencer had just been in, and Spencer was now the one on his knees, fumbling with Jonah’s zipper.
“I’m probably going to come embarrassingly fast.”
Spencer huffed a laugh. “It was all I could do not to blow my load the minute you put your mouth on my cock. I haven’t come in my pants since I was a teenager, but you almost managed to make me.”
Jonah didn’t know what to say to that, so he said nothing. It wasn’t like he could make a coherent noise once Spencer yanked his zipper open and freed his cock. Jonah yelped when Spencer took his cock into his mouth and down nearly to the root. Yelping wasn’t the most dignified nor the sexiest sound ever, but Spencer didn’t seem to mind and, if anything, Jonah’s outburst only fueled Spencer’s appetite.
Spencer kept Jonah’s cock in his mouth even as he struggled to yank Jonah’s pants down farther. Once they were at mid-thigh, Spencer seemed satisfied and redoubled his efforts to wring an orgasm out of Jonah as fast as possible.
Jonah couldn’t breathe or think. His brain went fully offline and he shoved his hands into Spencer’s hair. Not to pull it or to control his movements, but because he’d always wanted to run his fingers through Spencer’s hair and now was a good chance when it wouldn’t be weird or awkward.
Spencer had a wickedly talented tongue, and he knew when to back off, because a few times he’d had Jonah ready to shatter only to slow down and change his movements.
Jonah was close when it struck him that the keening, shamelessly slutty moaning sounds were coming from him and that he was writhing and wriggling so much that Spencer threw an arm across his stomach to pin him in place. Then he really did take him down to the root, hollowing his cheeks and… Holy shit. Jonah came so hard, so fast, that he didn’t even have time to warn Spencer.
If he thought he knew what pleasure was, he’d been wrong. There’d been no way in hell he ever could’ve imagined something as good as this. He fought the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and ride out his orgasm in favor of pinning his gaze to Spencer and committing the sight of this to memory.
Spencer kept his mouth on Jonah until he hissed in a breath, his cock far too sensitive to keep enjoying any sort of attention. Spencer leaned forward and put his head in Jonah’s lap.
“I’ll move once I catch my breath,” Spencer said.
“No hurry.” Jonah kept toying with Spencer’s hair, gently carding his fingers through the strands. He liked that Spencer kept his hair shoulder length. It was softer than he imagined it would be, and he couldn’t make himself stop touching it.
Spencer hummed. “That feels good.”
Jonah didn’t know what to say to that.Your mouth on my cock was extraordinarily exquisitesounded like it was too much.Thanks for the blow jobseemed too stiff.I never knew anything could be this good and I think I could suck your dick forever? Too clingy.
He settled instead for saying nothing. Which was awkward in its own way, but not as bad as he’d feared. Somehow, he’d survived both giving and receiving his first blow job. No amount of porn could’ve prepared him for what came next, though.
Because he had no fucking idea what he was supposed to do now. Was he supposed to get up, fix his pants and leave? Was he supposed to stay for a chat? Was it rude to swallow cum and run? Jonah didn’t know how to navigate something like this.
“I can hear you thinking.” Spencer suddenly lifted his head, then pushed himself off the floor with a wince and a groan and flopped down onto the couch next to Jonah. He solved the awkward half-naked problem by shoving his pants off but pulling his own briefs up. “Your turn.”
Jonah followed suit, pulling his briefs up, but only too happy to get rid of his pants and let the stupid, constricting denim fall to the floor in a heap.
Spencer tugged Jonah in next to him until he was safely tucked under his arm, against his chest. “Are you okay?”
