Page 43 of Give In To Love
His eye popped open again. “I don’t have time for your sexy shenanigans. I need to catch up on my readings.”
“Sexy shenanigans, huh? Give me thirty minutes. We both need the break. Besides”—I trailed my nose down the column of his neck and back up again—“I miss this.”
Emphasizing my point, I bit into his earlobe, smiling when he groaned in response. I trailed my lips down the line of his jaw until I arrived at his mouth, where I kissed him long and deep.
“Okay, so maybe I can spare thirty minutes.” He surprised me by sitting up, effectively unseating me, and whipping off his hoodie. His eyes held a hint of challenge and a whole lot of heat, and damn, confidence was sexy as hell on him.
I stripped off my own hoodie, then tackled him back onto the bed, circling my hands around his wrists and drawing his arms above his head. I swallowed his laugh with a kiss as he squirmed beneath me, trying to pull his hands free. He retaliated by biting my lip, sending a streak of white-hot lust straight to my groin. I pulled away, releasing his hands, staring at him hard as a surge of want rushed through me.
The laughter faded from his eyes, replaced by hunger, and he lunged upward, surprising me by how roughly he captured my mouth with his. Now that his hands were free, he wrapped them around me, roughly running his fingers up and down my back. I pressed my dick into his, grinding into him with reckless abandon. We’d gone from laughing and teasing to all-consuming need in less than a minute, and my head was spinning with it, but there wasn’t a goddamned bit of me that was willing to stop or pull it back.
We continued to kiss and grind and grab and pinch, rutting like animals, half out of our minds with need. I managed to tear my mouth away from his and began kissing my way down his torso, over the smooth plains of his chest and hollow of his belly. Arriving at his waistband, I gave him a look, eyebrow raised in question.
“Please,” he begged, his voice raw and ragged as he stared down at me. I didn’t make him wait, hastily grabbing the waistbands of his joggers and briefs and yanking them down his thighs. His cock sprang free, perfectly pink and begging to be sucked.
I hadn’t gotten a good look at his dick since that morning in the shower. We’d fooled around since, but that had mostly been fumbling around in the dark, jerking each other off before falling asleep, too exhausted to manage anything more complicated. I took the time to give it my full attention, grabbing it by the base and trailing my thumb up the underside to the rose-colored tip. A bead of precum had gathered there, which I swiped up and licked off my finger, his nostrils flaring as he watched me.
“Your cock is beautiful, sunshine. The perfect shade of pink. I’m gonna lick it like a lollipop, then suck you off until you see stars. That sound okay?”
“Only if you let me suck yours.” Oh Jesus. Sweet holy fuck. Jimmy talking dirty was a thing of filthy beauty. It took every bit of self-control not to rip my own pants off and straddle his face. I grabbed the base of his cock, but didn’t move any farther. “You want that, sunshine? You want my cock in your mouth? You want me to fill your belly with my cum?”
His cock jerked in my hand, and he arched his head back, the veins in the side of his neck straining. “Been thinking about it for a while.” Despite the hold I had on him, he thrust his hips. “Please, TJ. I need…something. You. Your mouth. Anything.Please.”
“I got you.” Without any more hesitation, I took him into my mouth, swallowing him all the way down until I gagged when he hit the back of my throat. He wasn’t overly girthy, but he was long, making it difficult to fit his entire length inside. I let some saliva slide down to his base and under my hand where I was still holding him. Using my fist and mouth, I began to work him over, moving up and down in steady strokes. I massaged the vein that ran along the underside of his cock with my tongue as I applied more suction. His fingers threaded into my hair, tugging at the strands desperately as I bobbed my head faster and faster.
Whining, screeching, moaning, and groaning, Jimmy couldn’t contain his sounds as I continued my assault on his dick. The rest of the world may have seen him as a shy, quiet guy, but in bed, the sounds he made were feral, and I was the lucky one who got to hear them.
I knew he was getting close when his hips began pumping upward in shallow thrusts as he muttered my name over and over like a prayer. I slammed my head down, shoving as much of him as would fit into my mouth, and swallowed around him. That was the last straw. The noises he’d been making moments before stopped and he released a long grunt. His entire body went rigid as his cock swelled, then filled my mouth with his release. I swallowed as much of it as I could until he pulled his hips back, his softening dick slipping from my lips.
He got his hands under my arms and yanked me up with surprising strength until my lips found his and he was kissing me with a ferocious desperation. Then he yanked his mouth away, hand tugging at the waistband of my joggers. “Want you. In my mouth. Now.”
I laughed but climbed off him and tugged off my pants, laughing again as my feet got tangled in my haste. I climbed back on the bed, angling to lie on his other side, but he stopped me. “I want you like this. I want you to fuck my face.”
My eyes widened, but who was I to tell him what he wanted, so I moved to comply, scooting my knees up the bed until my cock dangled over his face. He eyed it, then licked his lips like he was anticipating a treat. Lord, he was going to be my undoing. Still, I had to ask, “Are you ready?”
He nodded, and I eased forward, sliding my dick between his lips, doing my best to move slowly to allow him to adjust. His hands slid up the backs of my thighs until he had a firm hold of my ass. He squeezed and kneaded my flesh as I sank lower, burying myself inside his mouth bit by bit. I watched him carefully for any hint of hesitation, but he only opened his mouth wider, doing his best to take all of me.
When I felt his tongue massage the underside, just the way I’d done to him, my eyes rolled back, and I sighed deeply, somehow feeling relief and urgent need in equal measure. He moved his hands to my hips, moving me forward and back a couple of times, and I took the hint, beginning to move in slow, shallow thrusts. Both hands slid back to my ass, gripping me harder, urging me to move faster.
“You want me to let go?”
He nodded.
“Like really let go? You want me to fuck your face?”
He nodded more aggressively.
“Pinch, slap, or shove me off you if you need me to stop, okay? Because once I let go, I don’t know if I’ll have the presence of mind to…”
He smacked my ass and glared at me as if to saystop talking and get on with it. I barked a laugh, but it faded quickly as I began to thrust in earnest.
And then I became utterly lost in sensation. The wet heat of his mouth. The way he laved his tongue over me. The suction. I locked eyes with his, burning with intensity, and just let go.
My eyes never left his as I came. Pulse after pulse shot through me, little bursts of electricity lighting me up from the inside. He choked a little but gripped me harder, refusing to allow me to pull away as I continued to unload down his throat in what had to be the most intense orgasm of my life.
Finally spent, I pulled back, sliding down so I was still straddling him but propped up on my elbows so my face was just a few inches from his. I brushed a tear away, then kissed him softly. “Thank you, sunshine. That was amazing.”
He tilted his head up for another kiss, and I obliged. “We are definitely doing that again.”
