Michael sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and flashed me the most delicious grin. “I’ve been wanting to do that forever.”
I’d forgotten how to speak, so I just gestured for him to come back up to me. He did, and he leaned in to kiss me but hesitated. “I, um, don’t know if you want to…after, uh…”
I grabbed him, pulled him in and kissed him. Before that day, the thought of kissing another guy after a blowjob was a little weird, but right then, it was hot, so I went for it. And holy fuck, it was hot. Like a vaguely salty reminder of what he’d just done to me, as if I stood a chance of forgetting any time soon.
He lifted himself up, probably to catch his breath. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah. You?”
He grinned. “I’m great.”
“Yeah, you are.” I lifted my head and kissed him lightly. “Where the hell did you learn to do that?”
Michael laughed softly and shrugged. “I guessed.”
“Lucky guesses. It’s really good.”
“Yeah? What’s it like?”
“It’s awesome. In fact…” I nudged him onto his back. “You should try it.”
His eyes widened, and he squirmed a bit as I leaned down to kiss his neck. “D-don’t mind if I do,” he said. “Oh my God.”
“Same deal.” I kissed beneath his collarbone. “Tell me if you’re gonna come.”
Michael nodded vigorously, and he squirmed as I worked my way down his torso. I’d thought he’d done the same thing to me as a way to tease me, and maybe he had, but it was a damned good way to work up the courage to suck his dick. Inching closer to him, I told myself with every soft kiss that there was nothing to be nervous about.
When my lips reached his hipbone, there was no turning back, and looking up at him, I couldn’t imagine turning back. Yeah, I was nervous as hell and had no idea what the fuck I was doing, but that look on his face—eyes round and gleaming, breath coming in short, sharp gasps—killed any hesitation I had left. I’d damn well figure out what I was doing if it meant driving him as crazy as he’d driven me.
I stroked his cock, tentatively at first, and then with more confidence. I wasn’t so sure I could take him in my mouth—he hadn’t had much trouble with me, but his cock was a little thicker than mine. But I’d also seen pornos with guys who were hung like tree trunks, and they’d managed to fit into all kinds of places where they probably shouldn’t have, and Michael was much more…well-proportioned.
There was only one way to find out if I could take him.
Steadying him with one hand, I let the head of his cock slip between my lips. Instantly, I felt like an idiot for ever being afraid to do this. His skin was hot and salty, and I loved the way his hard dick slid between my lips, especially as I took him a little deeper. So that was why he was so into going down on me—this was almost as good as being on the receiving end.
“Oh…fuck.” Michael’s fingers curled around the sheets at his sides.
I glanced up at him, and my God, his face. His lips were parted, his cheeks and neck flushed, and his forehead was creased as he stared right back down at me with wide, gleaming eyes.
“D-don’t stop,” he slurred. “That’s so…oh fuck…”
I broke eye contact and kept doing what I was doing, not giving a damn that my jaw and my hand were starting to ache a little. As long as I was turning Michael on like this, I didn’t care.
A salty-sweet taste met my tongue. He must’ve been getting close. Was I ready for that? To have him come in my mouth? He’d let me come in his, but could I—
“Oh yeah,” he moaned, barely enunciating at all. “God, yeah. I’m…I’m gonna…”
I kept going. I kept stroking him as he got even harder in my hand, and the head of his cock seemed to swell between my lips. He moaned again, and then he whimpered, and his whole body tensed and arched. His breath caught. He ground out a curse, and suddenly, all the tension in his body released, and all the air rushed out of his lungs, and semen rushed across my tongue. There was more than I expected, and before I could even think twice, I swallowed it, and he kept coming, and the way he shuddered and groaned was too hot to be real.
I stopped, and Michael collapsed back onto the bed as if he’d actually levitated off it.
“Holy shit,” he breathed.
I joined him up by the pillows, and like I had earlier, he grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss. Fuck. The taste of his orgasm, the tingling in my lips from going down on him, and now his always spectacular kiss? I never wanted to leave this bed. Ever.
When we finally separated, I touched my forehead to his. “So that’s why people like sex so much.”
He laughed breathlessly. “Yeah. That’s why. Jesus.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “I have no idea if we’re doing any of this right, but everything we’ve done has been amazing.”
“I agree.” I brushed a kiss across his lips. “Imagine how much better we’ll be when we’ve had some practice.”
That grin damn near got me hard all over again. Wrapping his arms around me, Michael pulled me down to him. “You can practice on me all you want as long as you let me suck your dick again.”