Page 96 of Wants and Needs
“Fuck, you’re amazing.” My words come out breathy.
I launch myself at him, and as soon as our lips touch I’m thrusting my tongue into his mouth to stroke his the exact same way I want him to take my dick when the time comes for that.
Speaking of, my dick hardens at the image my mind conjures up of me thrusting into his ass, and my hips move of their own accord against him. He’s as hard as me. “Fucking hell.” I groan out the curse as I pull back and fall to my knees.
Pure instinct is driving my movements now.
With a desperation I know well, I undo the button of his pants, pull down the zipper, and then yank the pants down with his boxer briefs.
His dick springs up and it’s—damn, it’s bigger than I thought it would be. I swallow hard as I circle it with one hand, the other going to his hip to hold him steady.
CJ recommended the bed for the first time sucking dick, but this will do just fine, I think. Even the feeling of the hard floor under my knees is exciting.
I pump my fist up and down his length a few times, wondering how fast I want to start, and then think to myself,just do it already. I see a single milky-white drop of precum on the tip, and before I can think about it I snake out my tongue and lick it off delicately. It doesn’t taste bad exactly, but the taste of his cum isn’t really something I’m worrying over.
What I want is to find out how he feels in my mouth, what helooks like when he comes, and what he sounds like when he’s calling out my name.
He moans, and that’s all the encouragement I need. I take only the head of his cock into my mouth and suck just a little bit.
“God, yes,” he says, and when I look up it’s to see his eyes trained on me, his mouth slightly parted, his chest heaving under the fabric of his shirt.
“Take the shirt off,” I beg. His movements are jerky but fast as lightning, and when I finally get to see his chest again, I take him back into my mouth, this time a little bit further back, and suck just as lightly as before.
He moans something I can’t understand and that tells me I’m doing a good enough job.
So I take a little more, suck a little harder, on and on, and then I reach my limit when the tip touches the back of my throat and I gag on reflex.
“Fuck, sorry,” I blurt after pulling in a big breath.
“No, no,” Liam says, his voice still sounding desperate. “It’s fine, you don’t have to take so much, just use your hand.”
I nod and shuffle a bit closer on my knees. My cock is still hard and the movement has me reaching down to my groin and readjusting myself so it’s not too painful against the hard fabric of my jeans.
Then I focus on his dick again, and take as much as I can and just think about sucking.
“Fuck, Carter,” he moans. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna come,” he whines.
“I want you to come.”
I double my efforts and once I’ve found a rhythm that worksfor me, one where my hand and mouth work in tandem, I look up to see him biting down on his lower lip. His arms are strained with how hard he’s gripping the sofa behind him, and his golden chest glistens with perspiration.
He looks fucking gorgeous.
I suck and stroke until I realize I don’t want to wait for my own orgasm, so I undo my pants and take my dick out, stopping quickly to spit on my free hand, and then stroke myself as hard and fast as I need to.
“Are you...” He leaves the question unfinished because I squeeze my cheeks especially hard right then, and this time when he moans, I know his release is coming. I don’t move away, though. “Oh, god yes,” he moans softly, and his eyes close right when the first spurt of his cum hits my tongue.
The way he arches his back, the pleasure-filled groan he lets out, and even the feeling of his cock twitching against my tongue... all of it paired with my hand, brings me to my own orgasm.
I spill all over the floor and don’t even have the energy to pull back. I stay there, breathing hard with his deflating cock still half in my mouth for a minute, and finally, when I look up, I have to smile.
“I guess it’s safe to say I like giving blow jobs,” I retort, when I feel I can lift my arms again.
He lets out a short burst of laughter, then pulls me up by the arms and kisses me hard.
“Next time it’s my turn,” he whispers against my lips.
The only answer I can give is another kiss.
