for him, we’d distanced ourselves. Circled, unsure. Gotten to know each other as friends, first. Which was good—with Giuliana, I couldn’t jump into anything unsure, or half-hearted.
And now my friend was waiting for me downstairs and I really, really wanted to kiss him again.
As soon as I was back in the living room, Javi was on me, as desperate as I was. This time the kiss was rougher, one of need instead of want. Our hands didn’t so much search as tug and pull, trying to bring us closer, to feel everything at once. We moved as we kissed until the backs of my knees hit the couch, and I found myself being gently lowered on to it.
Javi’s body draped over mine, feeling so hard and so right. He fit together with me so well, the way our bodies lined up, the sleek and hard lines of him so fucking sexy. I leaned up on my elbows so I could nip at his collarbone, something I’d been dreaming of doing for too long. His happy moan reverberated through me and I did it again, harder, loving how he rocked his cock into me.
“I want to s-suck you,” he panted. “Is it t-too soon for that?”
I almost went blind from the pure ecstasy of the image of his beautiful lips wrapped around my cock.
“Yes. God, yes, please,” I growled, practically humping his hand. His smile was like lightning, sending a jolt from my heart straight to my dick.
He worked fast, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my hips. Javi licked my hip bone, keeping eye contact as he made his way closer to my cock. It lay on my belly, hard enough that it jutted toward my chin. When he licked me from base to tip, I grabbed at the sofa, clawing for purchase. His warm, wet mouth began to suck at the tip and I bit a fist, trying to keep from yelling out.
With expert precision, Javi swirled his tongue around the head of my cock, sliding through the slit until I wriggled from the delicious torture of it. He dragged long lines of wet heat up and down the hard ridge of my cock, coating me, until I was so sure I’d come from the next lick. But Javi didn’t lick me. He poised his mouth, that beautiful, beautiful mouth, above my rigid dick before sucking me in, swallowing as much of my thick cock as he could.
“Oh, God!” I shouted, and then bit my lip, afraid I’d wake Giuliana. Javi’s chuckle was barely audible, his mouth and throat stuffed with my cock, but I fucking felt it. It almost shattered me.
“Is it okay if I take control?” I asked. I liked being a little more dominant, but I’d do anything to keep him sucking me, even if it meant him taking the lead. When I looked to see his reaction, though, my cock twitched hard in his mouth. Javi’s hazel eyes were large and hungry for it. He dragged up my length, swirling his tongue until the last minute before I popped out of his mouth.
Then he smiled and it was gorgeous. “Yes, god, yes,” he said before sliding off of me and to his knees, lips swollen and open, eyes eager.
I stood in front of him, stroking his cheek with one hand while guiding my cock back into his mouth with the other. Sliding my fingers into his hair, I dragged my fingertips along his scalp until he groaned and his butt wiggled in need. That’s when I fisted those black curls and began to fuck his mouth. I did it gently, because it was our first time and because I wanted to savor each stroke. Besides, I was too close to coming for anything more.
He opened for me with effort, his eyes watering when I went too far, but he didn’t stop grabbing at my hips, my ass, clenching at me for more.
I heard his zipper, and when I twisted to look, Javi was jerking himself while he sucked me. His gaze never left mine as he moved his mouth up and down. In return, I leaned over a bit to stare at his gorgeous cock, the head of it leaking precum while his tattooed hand worked over the shaft. It was unbearably sexy, and it had been so, so long since I’d climaxed with another man.
My orgasm swelled, my balls pulling in. “I’m going to come,” I gasped.