He took the hint and moved it, allowing me to unbuckle and unbutton him before I slowly unzipped his jeans.
He groaned when I bent forward and pressed my lips against his erection through his underwear.
“Still wearing boxers?” I teased.
“The moment they allowed me to wear what the fuck I wanted again, I went back,” he said. “The boys are meant to be free, not confined to enclosed spaces.”
I snickered and tugged his pants down a bit, wishing I had light, but also really loving the fact that I was doing this in the dark.
That way he couldn’t see my hands shake, or how worried I was that I wasn’t doing it correctly.
When I finally pulled his underwear down far enough for his cock to come free, it hit me in the chin.
I burst out laughing, giggling at the meaty sound of it hitting me in the face.
“You just hit me in the face with your penis,” I told him.
He threaded one hand into my hair, and I forgot what I was laughing about.
“Had no control over that, baby,” he growled.
His voice was so gravelly and deep that my nipples hardened under my shirt again.
The need that I could hear from him in person was sending shivers of excitement through me.
“Please,” he pleaded.
I wrapped my hands around his cock and squeezed, enamored with the fact that he was bigger than he used to be.
My hand barely fit around him, and my fingers no longer touched.
“I didn’t realize that penises got bigger,” I mused as I leaned forward and swiped the tip with my tongue.
He hissed as he said, “Maybe your hand just got smaller. Or your perception is off.”
“Or maybe your penis got bigger, and I didn’t forget a single fucking thing when it comes to you,” I countered.
He chuckled at my words.
“Down girl,” he said. “I guess it might’ve gotten bigger. I don’t really know. I don’t pay attention to the specifics.”
That actually amused me.
Which I told him right before I sucked the entire head of his cock into my mouth and pulled.
He cursed, his hand tightening in my hair, and bucked his hips, forcing his cock even farther into my mouth.
“Dammit, I’m not going to last long,” he said. “It’s been too long.”
Well, it was good to know that he was losing control just as fast as I was.
I was currently trying to tell myself that I didn’t need to shove my hand back down my pants and rub myself while I sucked him.
“What do you want?” I asked. “Hard and fast? Do you want to fuck my face?”
He placed his other hand onto the side of my face and answered my question by slowly pulling his cock out and then shoving it back in.
“Fuck,” he cursed as he went even deeper into me.
I licked and sucked for all I was worth, allowing him complete control over everything.
“Use that suction,” he ordered, “and put your hands on my cock, tighten them as much as you can.”
I did what he asked, and he fucked me using the first couple of inches of his cock, which my jaw and throat were extremely happy about.
“Gonna come on your tongue,” he growled moments later.
Then, before I could close my mouth around him, he did.
He painted my tongue, the back of my throat, and then my lips with his release, causing me to nearly choke on all that he gave me.
But I swallowed it down, trying to keep up, and knowing that I failed.
It was still hot as hell, though.
Like, on a scale of one to ten, it was a fifty-seven.
When he finally pulled back and I dropped my hands, I used them to wipe my face clean.
But I knew that I would need a light and a mirror to make sure that I’d gotten it all.
I felt a cool wetness on my shirt and knew that I was now a mess.
“Damn, I think I got your stuff on my shirt,” I teased.
He flicked on the light, and sure enough, there was a small amount on my t-shirt over my shoulder.
It stuck out like a sore thumb.
“Shit,” I snorted.
“Here,” he said, walking to a desk behind him and pulling a wipe out of a tub of Lysol disinfectant wipes before coming back toward me.
He wiped my shirt off, but it left a rather large wet stain. Then handed the wipe to me to clean off my hands.