“Pop fly to right field,” I whispered under my breath.
He laughed under his heaving breathing. “What?”
I leaned forward as I put my hands on his thighs, my mouth just inches from his cock. “You going for third base or what, Moretti?”
He answered with a hand to the back of my head and pullingme onto the head of his dick. Taking this beast downstairs would be another issue. But sucking this cock? At that, I was a pro.
I sank the entirety of him down my throat. Right down to the base.
The way he gasped burned into my memory. It was something I would never forget.
I bobbed back up as one hand rubbed the space between his ass and balls. When my lips reached the tip, I hollowed my cheeks and looked up at him. His eyes were still wide, chest rapidly rising and falling in great heaves. I dropped his cock back down my throat and he let out another moan.
Up, down. Up, down. Up… he let out a different moan. I looked at him again. Heavier breathing, chin quivering.
Damn, he’s almost there.
I wanted to share in this.Neededto share in this moment. I reached down and pulled my shorts off while I kept my mouth circling the head of his dick. I was already so hard and half covered in precome. This would be extremely quick.
Plunged back down while I stroked myself. Rome muttered something under his breath, a warning of some kind that I didn’t need. My body was already warning me.
He came on my way back up his long shaft. I could feel his cock pulsing and I used my free hand to jerk him off while I suctioned my lips to the head. Wave after wave emptied in my mouth, tangy and salty, something I savored and swallowed like nectar. I came as I tasted him, blowing my own jet of hot come onto the floor as I moaned at how delicious he tasted.
Both of his hands had been on the back of my head, guiding me carefully as he succumbed to sensitivity. I kept sucking, finding a deep, desirable need to feed off of everything he had to give me. My throat had no qualms with doing this for him and I wanted him to see that. That I could pleasure a man of his size. That I could bring him to the edge and we could collapse off of ittogether.
He gently pulled me back when he became too sensitive. I released him with apopnot unlike the champagne cork earlier, then sat back on my heels to take in the sight of him.
“I can’t believe…” he said between breaths, “that you… that…”
I double-raised my eyebrows and grinned. “Been saving that. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
He grabbed the base of his dick and shook it. “I’ve never had anyone do that before. I was always shy because of my size, but you…”
I could have come a second time at the fact that I was the first person to deep throat Romolo Moretti. Instead, I leaned in, kissed both his thighs, and crashed onto the seat cushion next to him.
We lay there, sweaty and naked, which was quickly becoming my favorite way to hang with this man.
“Is… is that difficult?” he asked me in a shy voice. He looked over and down at me. I had nowhere near the same size, but it was a good tool to work with. “I don’t know if I could do that.”
“Well,” I said and dropped my voice low, “that’s what coaching is for.”
Whether it was intentional or involuntary, Rome let out the longest, pleasurable moan. “Gonna need at least five minutes before you try and get me spun up again.”
I swallowed and felt the tangy remains of him on my lips. I could definitely go another round, but there was some teaching to do. “We have all night.” I looked over and gave him a mischievous grin. “Just promise to wear your uniform when it’s your turn.”
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As midnight approached, we lay naked in his bed as the moon cast silver light through the window. I had sated Rome beyond what he thought possible. I coached him on relaxing his gag reflex, something that would come easier with time. He seemed so eager to try, as if pleasuring me became a new goal in our budding relationship.
As the alcohol cleared from our systems, our bodies drained of virility, our minds opened to the depth of conversations. Lazy words, whispered in the dark, bordered by moonlight.
Only one month in and I knew this would strengthen to something beyond what I had ever experienced. It both scared and thrilled me all at once. I wanted to tell him that, to share in my newfound fear and excitement as my head lay nestled in the crook of his arm.
“How do you think we’ll continue to take this slow?” Rome asked me in a quiet and serene voice.
I rolled so that half my face was buried in his chest. I reached a hand forward to draw lazy circles along the hair wedged in his sternum. He asked a good question, one not meant to poke fun at the advancement we just made. I had to consider my response before answering.
“I still need space to figure out Ricky,” I confessed. “Iwant him out of the picture, but he won’t accept that. He’ll still be on my mind until I know he’s done for good.”
