His eyes shine with amusement as he holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Don’t let me stop you.”
Shifting my focus back to his cock, I grip the base firmly in my hand before looking up at him again. “I’m probably not going to be very good at this. Believe it or not, I’ve never had a dick in my mouth,” I tease, trying not to get too in my head about my lack of experience.
He chuckles and mocks a shocked expression. “You mean straight guys don’t give their friends blowjobs? Porn has completely lied to me!” His tone of fake outrage makes me laugh, the tension in my chest easing as I let the humor ground me for a moment.
But I quickly shake it off, mentally scolding myself to focus. As much as I love how comfortable we already are with each other—how effortlessly we shift from dominating to playful—I want to make this good for him. Sex should be fun, and this?This definitely is.
I decide to just go for it, trying to remember what felt good last night when our positions were reversed. I wrap my lips around just the head at first, running my tongue over the tip as I lightly suck. The salty flavor is heady, and I instantly want to earn more.
Beck lets out a low hum of approval, and I love what his praise does to me.
Feeling emboldened, I try to take him deep into my mouth, but when his head bumps the back of my throat and I gag, I realize I might have been a little too enthusiastic.
Pulling back just a bit, I use my hand to work what doesn’t fit into my mouth and explore the rest with my tongue as I bob my head up and down. He seems to like it when I run my tongue over the sensitive spot just below the crown, and I give it a lot of attention as my other hand comes up to play with his balls.
His hands are back in my hair, not controlling my movements at all, and I can tell that he’s holding himself back, allowing me to remain in control. His firm grip reminds me that this powerful man is being driven crazy by me and what I’m doing to him.
I fucking love it.
I don’t think I’ve ever realized how much power you could feel while you’re the one choking on a cock. But I feel invincible in this moment as I hear his uncontrolled moans of pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you look so sexy swallowing my cock,” he praises, and his words give me even more confidence. I love hearing how much he’s enjoying this.
“That feels amazing. I never want another man to know how amazing your mouth feels,” he adds.
And honestly, I don’t want that either.
“You look so happy, blissed out like you were made to have my dick between your full lips.” He’s stroking my cheek now. Between his firm grip on my hair and the gentle touch on my cheek, for probably the first time in my life, I feel cherished. I never want this feeling to end.
“Fuck,” Beck says, letting out a deep moan. “You’re such a good boy for me.”
My cock is painfully hard and I can’t wait any longer, desperately stroking myself as I continue to devour him.
“Don’t you dare come,” he warns, and my hand instantly freezes. “Your load is mine,” he continues, and I whimper around him. “I’m so close, if you don’t want to swallow, then pull back and let me come all over your gorgeous face.”
As much as I fuckinglovedhaving his release cover me yesterday, how claimed it made me feel to have his cum on me, there’s no way that’s happening tonight. I need to taste him more than I need my next breath.
“Then I’m going to swallow down your needy cock while I play with your tight hole. Would you like that?” he asks.
I nod as I try to take him even deeper, wanting him to know how desperate I am to swallow his release. His grip in my hair tightens, and his cock thickens even further. His words become frantic as hot cum shoots down my throat and I think I hear “baby” and “perfect” in between his incoherent ramblings. I desperately swallow, not wanting to lose any, but some ends up spilling from my mouth as his cock continues to twitch.
He’s still stroking my cheek as I lick his softening dick clean. Actually, I think he’s rubbing his release in, marking me with it.Holy fuck, that’s hot. I want to be covered in his cum as often as I can, marked by this man in any possible way.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, and I feel like I could come from his words alone.
Before I can process it, Beck drops to his knees between my legs where I’m still sitting on the edge of the bed. As much as I want him to do all of the things he promised, blowing him was way too hot, and I’m honestly surprised that I didn’t finish already. As soon as his lips wrap around my cock, trying to swallow as much off me as he can in one go, I’m a goner, shooting into his mouth.
My vision blurs as my body convulses around him, the pleasure so intense that it’s almost painful. When it finally subsides, I’m panting, and my arms are wrapped around Beck. He pulls off with a cocky grin, wiping the corner of his mouth before arrogantly saying,“Good boy.”
“Fuck off,” I laugh and playfully shove him.
He’s laughing too as he tackles me fully onto the bed before kissing me senseless. We lay there for a while, making out and enjoying the feeling of being together.
Eventually, Beck is the one to pull away. “We have to be up pretty early for our flights tomorrow,” he says regretfully.
I feel like our little bubble of bliss is bursting as reality comes crashing in. The truth is that we don’t have any plans to do this again. That we live so far away. That Beck probably doesn’t even care to see me again now that we’ve hooked up. He doesn’t do relationships and has never wanted one.
“Yeah, I guess we should pack or something,” I admit, feeling defeated.
