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I give him a tentative lick before closing my mouth around his head, letting him adjust to the sensation, and listening for every sound he makes as I take him deeper.
He exhales sharply, one hand fisting in the blanket beneath him, the other reaching out like he’s unsure where to put it. I reach up and take it, threading our fingers together and resting them on his hip as I take his shaft down my throat a little farther, also adjusting to the feeling. His hips twitch up instinctively, and I focus on relaxing my throat so he can take everything he wants from me.
“Fuck,” he whispers, voice catching. “That feels so good.”
I hum around him, and he moans in response.
His hand squeezes mine as he moves it to the bed, his hips bucking in the air. I pull off him to regain my breath, and tease his shaft, licking up and down. When I take him back in my mouth, I look up at him, and his lips are parted, eyes dark and glassy, chest rising fast.
“Oh, fuck, Nash,” he finally grits out.
I take him back into my mouth and keep going, because I want to see what it looks like when he falls apart for me. As much as I want to keep his hand in mine, I want to make him come more. I undo my hand from his, curling one around the base of his cock, and bring the other one to his balls. His stomach flexes, and he lets out a choked sound, hips twitching like he’s barely holding himself back.
His reaction tells me he likes his balls played with, so I move my mouth to suck his balls while stroking him with my hand.
“Jesus,” he gasps, voice hoarse. “You’re gonna—fuck—Nash, I’m not gonna last.”
“That’s the point, baby,” I say after I pop off of him. “I want your cum.”
His balls are tight now, so I lick a stripe under them, and he whimpers in response. I make a mental note of that and doit once more before dragging my tongue back up to swirl around his swollen tip. I take his cock back in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and setting a pace that makes his thighs tremble. He moans—louder now—and he’s tensing like he’s trying to keep control.
But I don’t want him controlled.
I want to undo him.
“Nash,” he whimpers. “Nash, I’m… so close.”
That’s all I need to hear to keep my mouth wrapped around him, and it’s only a second before I taste the first pulse of his cum on my tongue. He comes with a choked cry, and I suck him through it, not wanting to pull away until he’s completely spent.
“Holy shit,” he breathes after a moment, and I can’t help but chuckle at his response as I pull off his dick.
“You taste so fucking good, my god,” I praise.
He turns his head, looking at me with a mix of awe and something deeper. “I really want to return the favor,” he says, a little shy, “but I’m nervous. I’ve never done this before.”
“I can finish myse?—”
“No,” he cuts off. “Sorry, I want to. I really want to. Will you guide me? Tell me what to do?”
I smile, loving that he wants me to take the lead. “Of course I can, Cay.”
Moving up the bed, I strip my pants off, and my hard dick springs out. As hot as telling him to drop to his knees would be, I’m not going to ask him to do that the first time he puts my cock in his mouth, especially because I laid on the bed. Learning his limits is far more important, but the fact that he’s eager for me to take the lead is a big plus.
“Crawl between my legs,” I start, and he moves quickly,looking up at me with such eagerness in his eyes. “Get your tongue nice and wet, and lick me from the base to the tip.”
“Fuck,” he whines so softly before doing exactly what I say. My erection swings slightly as he finishes the swipe of his tongue.
“How did my cock feel on your tongue?” I ask.
“I really liked it. Fuck, I’m already getting hard again, and I don’t even know how that’s possible.” He laughs, but his cheeks burn up at the admission.
“Hey.” I lean forward and reach down, propping his chin up with my fingers. “I don’t want you to feel shy or embarrassed around me ever, you hear me? You want something? Tell me. You like something? Tell me. You don’t like something. Tell me. I want to know everything about you, baby.”
His throat bobs and his breath hitches.
“Okay. Keep telling me what to do, it’s really hot.”
I smirk at him, knowing that when we get more comfortable with each other, we’ll be able to have a whole lot of fun.
