I guess my lack of an answer showed on my face, because Kendrick said, “Oh, baby, that’s sad. Well, you can always come here. Or my friend-slash-single-dad group could be there for you too. The guys will like you. Also drool over you, but I’ll tell them I called dibs.” He flushed. “Sorry, that’s pretty presumptuous. You’re not the last slice of chocolate cake. Maybe you’ll like one of them better.”
“I doubt it.” I reached out slowly, giving him time to dodge, and laid my palm against his cheek. His perfect mouth was right there, and I stroked his lower lip with my thumb. “Ten years back, one blow job, and yet I still remembered you. And I like you even better now, seeing you as a caring dad and a settled, hot, fully adult man. But…” My heart was soaring and I got greedy. “Maybe I need another taste, just to confirm how good you are.”
Kendrick nipped the end of my thumb. “I seem to remember I tasted you the last time.”
I did too, that mouth stretched around my dick. “Only fair to turn that around, then.” I lifted my arm from his shoulders, slid to the floor in front of him, and kept my eyes on his to catch any hint of reluctance as I reached for his fly. All I saw was heat. He slid his hips forward to ease the strain as I popped his button free. The rasp of his zipper opening under my fingers filled the silence. I heard him take a sharp breath.
His cock began rising, stretching the soft cotton of his briefs as I spread his jeans open. The musky scent of his groin came to my nose. I nuzzled against him, inhaling deeply, and mouthed his dick through his underwear, feeling the shaft firming under my lips. My wolf stirred, down deep.Mate?I shushed him, but couldn’t deny the heady mix of want and hope Kendrick’s scent woke inside me.
Kendrick set his hands on my head and tugged gently on my hair. “Trent? Hang on a second.”
I eased back. “What?” Then I glanced around and realized we were in his living room in the middle of the day with the curtains open. “Oh, crap, sorry. I shouldn’t do that in here, huh?”
He tightened his grip when I started to get up, holding me in place. “Shh. We’re fine. There’s no child in the house. The back of the couch faces the windows and between that and the lilac bush, anyone who sees more than they should has to be really trying. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. You had a big emotional morning, sounds like. I don’t want you diving into sex with me as a kind of pressure relief valve and regretting it later.”
I relaxed and laid my forehead on his knee, closing my eyes. The gentle massage of his fingers in my hair was the best thing ever. When had anyone ever cared enough about me to give up their own pleasure, in case it wasn’t in my best interests? Not since I was a kid.
“I don’t think I’ll ever regret having sex with you,” I said. “Not then, not now, not in the future.” My wolf woke again and murmured with more certainty,Mate.I ignored him because this was still just sex, and I barely knew Kendrick. Right now, all I wanted was one thing. “Can I blow you right the fuck now? Please?” I palmed my own dick, straining against my jeans.
Kendrick’s chuckle came out rough. “I’m not that much of a saint. Hell, yeah, get that mouth on me.”
I moved faster than he perhaps expected, gripping his jeans and briefs at the waistband and stripping them down off his ass in one urgent move. Kendrick grunted, then laughed, but he didn’t protest. His dick sprang free, hard and ready. I left the clothes bunched around his thighs and bent to lick that tempting cockhead, savoring the taste of his skin.
He put his hands back on my head, his fingers clamped tighter now. “Fuck, yeah. Gotta warn you, this’ll be fast. It’s been a while.”
“For me too.” I licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft, nibbled at the ridge and veins, then took the head into my mouth.
“Uhh.” Kendrick bucked underneath me, his cock sliding along the roof of my mouth. “Yeah.”
I sucked harder. This, I was good at. In lots of ways, I didn’t know who I was as a gay man, but I knew I loved sucking cock. The feel and taste, the fullness and fighting for breaths around a big hard dick made me feel right. I plunged deep over Kendrick, then eased back and pressed the tip of my tongue into his slit. Precum welled for me to taste it, slick and sweet and salty-vanilla.
Kendrick moaned and I flicked a look up at him. His cheeks were flushed and his eyelids drooped over glittering eyes. He breathed fast through his parted lips as I sucked his dick in and out, taking mostly the head, setting up a fast rhythm. He gripped my scalp as if he needed the balance and I loved that. Slowly, I went deeper, pushing his cock further into my throat until I got to where my nose met his pubes on each plunge. “God, God,” Kendrick gasped. “Yeah, like that.”
I pulled all the way off and Kendrick whimpered. “What? Don’t stop.”
“Not stopping.” The way he was sitting didn’t let me play with his balls very well, but I got my nose dug in there, inhaling his musk like it was the air I needed to breathe, and licked the top of his sac.
“Fuck!” He shuddered.
“I’m gonna blow you deep again, real deep.” I nipped the inside of his thigh, then growled against his soft skin. “I want youto come in my mouth. I’ll drink down every drop. Don’t worry about your damned couch.”
Kendrick barked a laugh. “Last thing on my mind, trust me.”
I do.Right or wrong, I trusted this man and that made the sex so much hotter.
I set my hands on his thighs, holding him in place, and moved back to his flushed, bobbing cock. Kneeling higher, I gave a couple of experimental sucks, gauging the angle, and then went to town. Deep and loose, then sliding back up, my mouth tight with suction. Deep and back up. Faster.
Kendrick tried to flex his hips but I pinned him to the couch, pulling off just long enough to say, “Hold still. I’m driving this blowjob,” before plunging deep again. He shivered and his dick welled more precum, the taste filling my senses. His fingers clutched my hair, but he let me keep control. I found an angle that let me take him down my throat and set a fast, hard pace, sliding back off just enough to breathe with each stroke.
As I worked his dick with that powerful rhythm, Kendrick began grunting in time, quietly at first, then louder, the sound becoming gasped words— “Uhh, uhh! Fuck, yeah, God, yes, more, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He cried out and jolted as he spurted down my throat. I swallowed every drop, sucking hard to get his whole load, the bitter taste part of my delight in making Kendrick feel so good. I didn’t love cum but I fuckinglovedmaking a man lose it with my mouth. I loved swallowing hard, my throat full of dick, feeling every shiver and pulse and clench as Kendrick lost himself in the pleasure. Nothing on earth better than that. I suckled him more softly, gentling my touch, slowly pulling back, until he unclenched his fingers from my hair and pushed my forehead lightly.
“Sensitive. Holy shit. Thank you.”
I let his dick slip from my mouth and gave the slit one last flat-tongued swipe. Kendrick laughed helplessly as his balls managed one more little bead of cum under my tongue. I licked him clean and sat back on my heels. I could tell I was grinning, couldn’t stop.
Kendrick had closed his eyes, but he cracked one open to peer down at me. “Feeling smug, are we?”
