Page 27 of For You, Sir

Sir lapped my other nipple, flicking the jewelry up and down with his tongue as I writhed with desire in his arms. He stood up straight and pinned me between his body and the counter, teasing my nipple with the pad of his thumb. I could feel the hard outline of his erection straining through his pants.

Behind me, the coffee percolated with a lewd burble. Steam caressed my back, wafting a bitter-sweet fragrance.

“Let’s go to the couch,” he breathed. Sir took my wrist and led me to the living room; I walked a little stiffly because of my aching erection.

When we reached the sofa, he gave me a gentle shove, and I fell back onto the cushions. Sir loomed over me, unbuttoned my slacks, and unzipped my fly. His thumb circled the head of my cock through black boxer briefs, prodding at the damp spot. I gazed down in disbelief, the flat of my stomach clenching and releasing with each heavy breath.

Sir curled his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and began pulling it down. I was gripped by the fear of being exposed, and my whole body went rigid. I grabbed his wrist and gasped, “Not yet!”

I cringed, expecting Sir to disapprove, but he gave an easygoing smile. He released my underwear and tugged down my slacks instead, nudging me to lift my hips to slide them past my buttocks. It felt crass to still wear shoes with my pants pooled around my ankles, so I discretely kicked them off.

Sir settled on the couch beside me, and I relaxed as the mood reset. He kissed me and our teeth clacked, but then I opened my mouth to his ravishing tongue. Being kissed with such passion made me feel as inexperienced as a virgin. Was I doing it right? Was he disappointed with me? Sir made a little sound in his throat like he was tasting something good, and my racing thoughts eased. His lips moved down my neck and I licked my swollen lips, missing the heat of his mouth.

His hand wandered down, caressing my hard-on through my underwear, and my stomach flipped. It had been way too long, and I was over-stimulated, jolting at the lightest touch. Sir seemed to enjoy my sensitivity and chuckled against my neck. The warmth of his breath felt reassuring in the chill air. He cupped my cock and massaged the sides of my shaft through the cloth. Squeezing and rolling, Sir got me all worked up until I was aching for more. I dug my fingers into the couch in frustration.

“Can I touch?” he purred in my ear.

He was already touching me, so I guessed he meant touching me naked. I nodded, too turned on to think of why I’d been shy before. He teased his fingers along the waistband of my boxer briefs, taking his time.

Could I grope him, too? Would that be presumptuous of me? I glanced down at the mouthwatering outline of his hard, thick cock. The ridge of his glans was clearly visible through the thin heather-gray cotton. He was not wearing underwear; just a tug on the drawstring of his pants would reveal his full glory…

But then Sir pulled my briefs down and my rod bounced free into the cold, over-conditioned air. He stared at it hungrily, and I shivered. I hoped he liked my size, my shape.

I expected him to stroke me, but he slid off the couch and onto the floor, gathering the base of my cock in his hand. My heart beat double-time as he swept back his long hair, lowered his head, and parted his lips.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

His lips encircled my head, and his tongue swept across it. I whimpered, writhing, barely able to hold myself back. He licked me from base to tip, and the scruff on his chin rasped my inner thigh. Masculine, forbidden. I filed away every detail for further contemplation. Then his ice-blue eyes swept up and met mine, a reminder that this was personal and real.

He held my gaze as he slid his mouth over me again, silently demanding me to keep my eyes on him. I obeyed helplessly, watching the downward slide of his lips. He pulled on me, and I dissolved like sugar in his mouth.

Sir moaned around me, and Ifeltit—a vibration of his vocal cords. He was enjoying this. Suckingmycock was causinghimpleasure. He mouthed me with abandon. Wet, hot, we were melting together. My anxiety mounted, and I grew so lightheaded, my vision went gray. There was a hissing sound like carbonation in my ears.

Too much! The dizzying sensations pulled me into a deadly riptide.I couldn’t stop the arousal; couldn’t get on top of it. My pleasure built, overwhelming me to the point of panic. His mouth kept sliding, and, as I drew closer to climax, a shadow of dread fell over me.

I braced my hands against his forehead to push him away. “No,” I whimpered. “Please!”

Chapter 11 (Einar)

I groaned around Jun’s cock in my mouth. His body shivered under my touch, and that heady rush of power drove me wild.Even the slightest suction made his cock buck against my tongue, and I relished the taste of salty eagerness drooling from the tip. Sweet Jun. I pulled his thighs toward me and took him deep, delighting in the muffled sounds he made as I slid along his delicious length.

But just as he was getting close, he struggled and pushed back my head. “No, please!”

Oh, fuck!I released him, my heart clenching in confusion.Did I do something wrong?

Jun’s face crumpled as if in pain, and he clapped his hands over his groin. He shuddered, whimpering, and tried to stop his climax, but it was too late. A drip of cum oozed between his cupped hands.

Damn. Even if he didn’t want to pop off in my mouth, I’d hoped he could have at least enjoyed himself. A pang of rejection jabbed me in the ribs. “You okay?”

Jun grimaced. “I— I’m sorry, Sir!”

“Don’t be.” I tried to sound casual, while my hard-on ached and throbbed.Ugh. Down, boy.I climbed on the couch beside him and handed him some tissues from the coffee table. “Did I do something wrong?”

Jun wiped his hands clean. “No, Sir.”

He pulled up his pants, and in the same graceful motion, he slid onto the carpeted floor and knelt where I had just been. He pulled at the drawstring tie on my pants, leaning forward like he wanted to suck me off. “Please, let me...”

“Whoa, Whoa.” I gave a nervous laugh and cupped his chin in my hand to stop him. “Slow down a sec.” My cock throbbed like a migraine, but there was no fucking way we were doing that. Not until I could understand his headspace.

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