I reached down and rubbed my hand over the bulge of his erection. “Mm, nice and hard.”
“Jeeesus.”
I dropped to my knees and brushed my cheek over him, nuzzling the outline of his dick. It had been a very long time since I’d hooked up, and even longer since I had a boyfriend. I hadn’t been kidding when I said that Mom and Dad were a total cockblock.
Chase’s fingers slipped through my hair and I tipped my chin up to stare into those magnificent blue eyes. I didn’t let them go, even as my hand found the button and zipper of his pants, and I relieved him of his clothes. My hands skimmed his pants and his boxers down off his waist, down his legs, feeling the rough scrape of hair on them, and outlining the muscles I could feel dancing just below the skin of his thighs.
I still held his gaze as my hand slipped back up his leg, over his stomach and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I leaned in, finally pulling my eyes from his and inhaled the scent of the downy, soft hair at the base, slipping one hand to his balls.
“Marcus, I can’t…”
“You totally can, baby, you totally can.”
I licked a stripe up the underside of him, pausing to collect the pre-cum that had gathered there. I flicked my tongue over the slit and I felt his cock twitch hard.
Looking up once more and locking my eyes with his, I slipped my lips over his wide crown, and swallowed him right down to the root.
He shouted an inarticulate sound, and if I hadn’t grabbed his ass seconds before, he would have fallen down. I spun us around, never letting his cock escape my lips, and pushed him down on the bed so he wouldn’t fall.
Flopping back, he gasped, “Jesus Christ, Marcus!”
Pulling off him a bit, I swirled my tongue around the shaft, delighted at his girth. He was hard and hot and heavy and the wonderful taste of male that I loved so much.
I wrapped my fingers around his base again. I knew he was close to coming, but I wanted to play a little more before he did. It was fun. He was squirming and kicking and trying desperately not to squirm and kick.
“Oh, God, Marcus. Shit, shit!” Chase gasped when I pulled him back in and sucked hard on him.
Letting him pop out of my mouth, I put a hand on his stomach. “Sit up, Chase. Watch me suck you.”
He gasped and was up on his elbows in a flash. He found my eyes, and I saw his were a whirling pool of lust. I gathered a taste of his precum again, then slowly slid his length into my mouth. I could see him gasping for air and trying not to break our locked gaze.
Moving my hand from the base of his dick, I cradled and fondle the heavy sac below. My finger grazed over the thin strip of super sensitive skin that led to his hole, and I saw a shock of pained delight pass over his face. Chase sat up a little further and skimmed his fingers through my hair, trying to pull me off.
“You have to stop, Marcus. You have to. I’m going to come if you don’t.”
I hummed in the back of my throat and he squealed from the feeling it created. Reaching up, I pinched one of his pointed, willing nipples, eliciting another screech.
“Marcus! I can’t stop this!”
That was just fine with me. I moved my mouth up and down his length faster, pulling and pushing against the fingers in my hair. Chase got the message when I caught his eyes again.
His breath caught, and he tightened his grip. “You want my cum? Down your throat?”
God, yes. I did my best to nod, and it seemed to just set him off. He jacked his hips up and his cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged a bit, and then—
“Oh,shit, yes!” Chase’s fingers pulled on my hair painfully as he erupted in my mouth, spilling his climax deep in my throat. I immediately swallowed, then pulled back a little so I could taste him on my tongue. When the next pulse of cum hit my mouth, I knew I was addicted to his flavor.
When the orgasm released him, he flopped back on the bed. “Jesus, God, and all the angels in Heaven.” He picked his head up just enough to look at me with my chin on his thigh, smiling at him. “That was illegally good.”
“Once upon a time, yeah, it was illegal. I think they jailed Oscar Wilde for being flagrantly gay.”
“He was a dandy, and sentenced to hard labor for gross indecency,” Chase said. “Please come up here and kiss me, Marcus. I’m pretty sure I can’t move right now.”
I kissed my way up his naked body. “Odd fact to know.”
“My drama teacher in England loved Wilde.” His breath was still heavy, and reacting to each touch of my lips. “He lovedThe Importance of Being Earnest. He was also, himself, a ‘dandy’.”
Humming as I reached his neck, I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “Oh? Did we have a bit of a taboo relationship, Chase?”
