Page 35 of And the Best Man Ran Away With the Groom

I manage to tear myself away from the wall so I can turn to face him.

“Do you see the difference?” he asks with a smirk, dropping one hand from my hip so he can line his index finger up with his hard cock. And yeah, there isdefinitelya pretty glaring size difference there.

“Okay, wow, yeah…”

“I’m not trying to freak you out,” he assures me. “The reason I want to take this in baby steps is so when you do take a dick you’ll enjoy it just as much as you enjoyed my finger just now.”

I offer a soft smile and drop my lips to his for a gentle kiss. I love how much he cares about my pleasure. It’s as though he feels a responsibility for all these new experiences of mine to be perfect. That burden shouldn’t be on him, but it’s still really sweet that he cares so much.

Feeling a little bold, I reach out and wrap my hand around Xavier’s dick. It’s the first time I’ve touched it since we’ve been hooking up, which is actually kind of weird. I mean, I literally suggested putting it in my body and yet I haven’t actually touched it?

“If you’re really after thefull gay experience,”he murmurs against my lips, parroting my words, “you could get on your knees and finish me off.”

I hesitate for a moment; sucking a dick really wasn’t something I’d anticipated doing when I came on this trip. But then I guess neither was kissing another guy, or fucking another guy, or having my arse licked by another guy. So, yeah, on the list of things that should be giving me pause right now, you’d think the prospect of giving head would be at the bottom. It’s really not a big deal. It’s just a dick. In my mouth. Xavier’s done it to me, and he seems to like it…

Making a decision, I lower myself to my knees, hesitating again once I’m at eye-level with Xavier’s hard, throbbing dick. I’ve seen it before, obviously, but never up close like this. It’s all red and engorged. It looks angry. Why does it look angry? Hmm… Maybe it’s because I’m just staring at it instead of actually giving it what it wants.

“You don’t actually have to do it,” Xavier says, his voice sounding a little strained. “If you’re not comfortable with it…”

I shake my head. “Nah, I want to at least give it a go.”

I draw in a deep breath and take a gentle grip of his shaft before leaning forward for a tentative lick. As my tongue slides over his crown, I get a taste of his precum, and I’m surprised to find it doesn’t taste that bad. I keep going, taking little licks of his head until it occurs to me that I’m basically treating his dick like it’s an icy pole.

Giving my head a little shake, I take a firmer grip and start sucking him the way I usually like it, hoping that’ll be good enough for Xav. The second my mouth closes over the head of his dick, he lets out a deep groan and I feel his hands tugging at my wet hair. He starts moving his hips, thrusting gently in and out of my mouth; it’s kind of perfect for me because I don’t really need to do anything except swirl my tongue around while he uses my mouth.

“Fuck,” Xavier groans, his grip on my hair tightening. “So good, Trent. Perfect.”

I feel a ridiculous burst of pride shoot through me at the praise he’s laying on and start sucking and licking with more enthusiasm, my ego soaring as Xavier gets more and more vocal.

Before long, he’s letting out a harsh groan and hastily pulling away from me so he can come onto the shower floor rather than in my mouth. He stands there for a little while, leaning against the tiles as his breathing gradually gets back to normal.

“That was…unexpected,” he says a little dazedly as he turns to look at me.

“I liked it,” I tell him, getting to my feet.

Xavier’s brows shoot up in obvious surprise. “You liked it?”

I nod. “Yeah. Once I got the hang of it. I know I was pretty shit at first, but once I got into it—”

“You were not shit at it,” Xav says firmly. “That was amazing.”

I blink at him, not sure if I’ve heard right. “Seriously?”

He lets out a wry chuckle. “Seriously. You sure you haven’t done that before?”

I grin at him. “Pretty sure I’d remember having a dick in my mouth.”

“Yeah, it’s not the sort of thing you forget.”

We finally turn off the water and step out of the shower. I wring the water out of my hair and grab a towel, giving my body a quick rub down. “Hey, you want to do something for me?”

Xav glances up from where he’s drying his own body off to arch a brow at me. “Does it involve sex? ‘Cause I’ve got to admit, I’m pretty buggered at the moment.”

I let out a putter of laughter. “No, not sex. Not right now, anyway,” I assure him. “I was going to ask you to brush my hair.”

“Okay…”

Smiling at the apprehension in his voice, I wrap the towel around my waist and rummage in my toilet bag for my hairbrush. Then I head out of the bathroom, Xav following after me.

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