It doesn’t need to be perfect. All I can do is my best. I leaned forward and tongued his frenulum, which made him moan. I loved that cause-and-effect. Touch him, make him moan, repeat.
His cock was thick enough that I didn’t know how to get it all in my mouth, so I licked around the head as I worked my way to it. It wasn’t as thick as a soda can, but it wasn’t not like a soda can either. In the soda can family, it was a Red Bull.
I eased the head of his dick in my mouth as I played with his balls and stroked the base of his cock. Getting sucked off and sucking someone else off was like trying to pat your head and rub your stomach while playing hopscotch. I loved the challenge, but it was impossible to be present in both the giving and receiving. Maybe with more practice under my belt, I could manage it.
He pulled off. “Too much going on. We gotta take turns,” Hudson panted.
I dropped my head on the bed and laughed. When was the last time I laughed freely during sex?
“I was just thinking the same thing.” I lifted my head to look down my body at him. His warm smile, red cheeks, and puffy lips greeted me. Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes, likely from trying to swallow too much. He’d never looked sexier.
Before he could move, I scrambled around and hovered over his chest, bracing myself on his hips. I took one of his nipples in my mouth, then the other, back and forth as he cupped the back of my head, holding me there. He moaned and writhed under me as I gently used my teeth on him.
Leo kept petting me as I moved my way down his body. Kissing and licking skin, tickling between his thighs to get his legs open for me. I nestled in his crotch and breathed in his scent. There was a musk unfamiliar from a sexual partner but familiar from my own body. I was surprised I loved it so much. It spurred me on to eagerly lick and suck him, working more of him into my mouth as a litany of praise fell from his lips. Oh goodness, the praise. I needed more. A string of spit connected my lips to him as I mouthed down the side of his dick. I loved the mess of it all. The sweat beading at my temples, my own dick leaking, the scratch of his leg hair against my body. This was a place I could release the control I tightly clutched every other minute of the day. Before long, he was warning me to pull off, but I didn’t want to. I needed to taste him.
So I did.
I swallowed him down as broken curses spilled from his mouth. He shot into my throat, and I struggled to swallow the unfamiliar texture. Power surged through me. I gave him that. As I kissed my way back up his body, my hard dick caught against his softening one.
“I think you sucked my brains out.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should. Like, damn, Hudson.”
I laid kisses across his neck to give him time to let the orgasm haze flow through him. My erection wasn’t going anywhere with a naked Leo under me.
Moments later, he grabbed my arm and flipped us over until he was on top. He kissed me so deeply that I knew he could taste himself. He moaned into my mouth before working his way down my body.
“One of these days, I’m gonna be able to deep throat you. I’ll practice as much as it takes.” His fingers skimmed the sensitive skin between my legs. “I’m tenacious. You know how I am with bowling. Practice every day, multiple times a day,” he said as he stroked me. “Whatever it takes.”
“Whatever it takes.” My voice was raspy.
He leaned down and licked up my shaft, swirling his tongue around the head before taking me in his warm mouth. Leo was relentless in his exploration. Testing his rhythm, changing suction and pressure. I was more than willing to be his guinea pig.
“God, I’m close.” It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before I half-heartedly tried to push him off, but he stayed put and pressed the skin behind my balls.
“Holy fucking shit!” My gut tightened as a feeling of bliss washed over me. He took it all while rubbing my thighs, licking me clean until I winced from oversensitivity.
He crawled up my body and kissed me before snuggling against me. “You cursed.”
“I blame you.”
He grinned and kissed the tip of my nose. “I can’t wait to make you say all sorts of naughty words. I might even make a bingo board.”
I half-heartedly swatted his chest.
Leo blew out a breath. “That’s way easier when we’re not doing it at the same time.”
“Yeah, sixty-nines are overrated.”
“I’d totally do it again though.”
“Oh yeah. Me too,” I agreed.
“I can probably go again in about an hour. Maybe less.”
I turned my head and grinned. “Gotta get that practice in.”
