37
Courtland
I'm usually a little wiped out after coming, but that? That was something else entirely. That was on par with how I felt after my trip from hell returning from Africa. Completely dead tired.
But it's funny how quickly I got over it this time. Happened right about the time I ran my tongue along the underside of Buzz's cock. What a joyous coincidence.
No way was I not going to return the favor.
Buzz has a nice, solid dick. It's thick and covered in veins I am loving tracing with my fingers and tongue. He's on his back on the bed, and I'm between his legs. From this position, I have a clear view of his face, and I'm able to map what I'm doing with my mouth with the exact facial expression it elicits from him.
I doubt I'm as good at sucking dick as he is—come through hidden talent—but I'm determined to do as many things that make his eyes roll back and his tongue hang out the corner of his mouth as I can.
I still can't believe that this is really happening. I'm having sex with my best friend. And not just any sex. The best sex of my whole damn life.
"How am I doing?" I ask, plopping his dick out of my mouth and stroking it lazily as I glance up at him. "Please remember I have a very fragile ego."
"How could I ever forget?" he replies with a smirk, his voice so deep and somehow extra sexy it's getting me hard again, despite only coming moments ago.
"Any requests?"
He folds his arms behind his head and spreads his legs a little wider on the bed. "Nope. Everything you're doing is absolute perfection."
"My fragile ego thanks you," I say with a smile before getting back to work.
I take him as far as I can before pulling all the way out, tickling the underside of his crown, and plunging back down, setting a pace that's hopefully pleasurable for him.
After a few minutes, he squirms beneath me. "Gettin' close," he mutters out the side of his mouth.
I pull away, jerking him off instead. I've never been a huge fan of swallowing—something about the texture of cum is so off-putting to me—but this is Buzz, so if he wants me to, I will.
"Did you want me to swallow?"
He lifts his head, his blue eyes boring into me with a fierce intensity. "Why did you say it like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you'd rather not do but are asking out of obligation."
I grin. "Way to read me."
"Am I right?"
"I'm not the biggest fan of it."
"Then don't. Come up here and kiss me instead."
I crawl up the bed and snuggle into the side of Buzz's body, my hand working overtime stroking his dick. He runs his fingers over my cheek then brings his lips to mine. It doesn't stay a chaste kiss for long as our mouths open and our tongues tangle.
"I'm almost there," he whispers hoarsely a few moments later.
Barely a second or two after that, he bites his lip, lets out an almighty groan, and my hand gets coated with his release.
I keep stroking but ease off once he finishes coming.
He swipes the back of his hand across his forehead and smiles at me, his blue eyes twinkling in the soft light. "You were great. Thank you."
I grin. "Just repaying the favor."
