Page 15 of Actions and Reactions
Now is not the time for conversation or any more confessions.
Right now is the time to feel.
His throat contracting around me, his fingers squeezing the tops of my thighs, the bedsheets under me, my toes curling from pleasure, my chest heaving... and finally I feel the filthy moan unfurl from deep in my chest as I spill into his mouth.
I lie there, panting and reeling.
My destructive thoughts want to come out again, but I hold them back and roll over to rest half my body on top of him, and I kiss him like a man starved. The new taste on histongue drives home what just happened and gives me all the courage I need.
I do the exact same thing he did—kiss down his body and enjoy every touch he allows me—but when I get to his groin I can only stare for a moment.
His cock is, well... proportionate. Standing up hard and ready, it’s thick and just a little shorter than mine, but still intimidating.
“You don’t have to,” he whispers, his voice raspy. I don’t know if it’s that way because of the blow job or because he’s trying to shield his need.
I don’t want to stop. Idowant to do this, but I know it’ll probably be a disappointment for him since I’ve never done it before.
Again I bite that confession back and just let myself feel.
I lick the head, and the normal taste of skin urges me on to take it into my mouth and suck experimentally.
“Fuck, Si,” he rasps, his voice deeper. I risk a glance up and find him biting down on his lower lip. His hands come up, but then they twitch and he brings them back down to his sides.
Understanding, I try sucking harder and reach for one of his hands, bringing it to the side of my head.
His gaze stays on me, and I can’t look away.
I feel like I go into a trance, where I suck and bounce my head but I’m not really consciously doing so.
I don’t take a lot of it into my mouth, and I don’t use my hands, I just bob up and down and enjoy the taste of him.
The taste of his precum isn’t anything spectacular, but knowing he’s liking this is all the encouragement I need.
“So good, Si.” His whisper sounds almost relieved. “You’re so fucking good at that, you’re gonna make me come. Is that what you want? You want my cum in your mouth?”
I never thought dirty talk would do it for me—I watch porn without the sound and enjoy it much more that way—but there’s something about Vinny’s voice and the fact that it’shimthat has me doubling my efforts.
He tells me how hot my mouth is, how he wants to fuck it—I want that too but I doubt I’m ready for it. “I’m gonna come, Si,” he warns. “Are you going to take it all?” he asks, almost like a challenge.
Even if it wasn’t a challenge, of course I plan on taking it all. I’m not missing this experience for anything in the world, so I try pulling in my cheeks with more force and gag a little when Vinny’s hips bow up. I have to pull back instinctively, but it’s perfect because his cum lands straight onto my tongue and I can finally taste him.
I pull back slowly and swallow his load. It doesn’t taste the best, but getting to see Vinny spent and with a satisfied smile is more than worth it. Especially because I loved every other part of sucking him off.
“Come here,” he murmurs.
I kneel on my right knee and push myself up to lie next to him once more.
His kisses are slower this time, more delicate, and I’m pretty sure I fall asleep with our lips touching.
The light comingin through the window tells me it’s later than when I normally wake up, but considering the timezones, I think I actually woke up earlier than usual.
I have to wonder whether it’s because of the cold spot on the mattress next to me.
There are no signs of Vinny except for his duffel and how my clothes from yesterday are folded in a chair next to the closet. I definitely didn’t do that last night, so if the fact that I woke up in Vinny’s room wasn’t enough, well then, at least I can be sure I didn’t have a hyper-realistic dream last night.
It really happened.
And now we probably have to deal with it...
