his head to get his thoughts to clear again. “But I want to try that…for you.”
Fox’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yes.”
The wicked smile returned, and he suddenly became a flurry of motion. “I’ve got an idea.” He shoved the blankets to the floor and made Winter lay on his side. Fox lay on his side facing him, but his feet were placed by the pillow, perfectly lining his cock up with Winter’s lips.
“Lower your expectations. I’ve never done this,” Winter muttered softly.
“Winter, the fact that you’re breathing on my dick right now has me wanting to come,” Fox said with a laugh. “Just start slow, and stop if you don’t feel comfortable at any time.”
Winter’s heart raced for an entirely different reason as he turned his full attention to Fox’s dick standing straight in front of him. He’d gotten a good glimpse of it when washing him in the shower, but he’d tried not to look too closely. The shower had been about making him feel safe and secure—not sex.
He’d never done this before. Never been tempted in the least to do this. But he wanted to with Fox. When all those amazing sensations flooded through his body, he’d immediately wanted to do the same for Fox. Yet, now that he was here in the moment, he was frozen. What if he was bad at this? What if Fox hated it?
“You don’t have to put it in your mouth. Just touch me with your hand, baby,” Fox said. His words were so gentle and coaxing, helping to free Winter from his paralysis. As he spoke, Fox settled his head on Winter’s thigh and nuzzled him, pressing tiny kisses up to his shaft. Warm decadent bliss unfurled throughout Winter, and he relaxed. He could do this. Just follow Fox’s lead.
Wrapping his fingers around Fox’s dick, he carefully stroked, him placing a small kiss to his sac. A happy little moan left Fox, and Winter felt encouraged. He took a deep breath, loving the scent of soap and musk wafting from Fox. The short fuzzy hair tickled his face, and he moved upward, slowly licking and kissing the same way Fox had on him just minutes ago.
He worked his way up his dick, where he slowly licked around the head before taking it into his mouth. Fox did the same and they both moaned. The vibrations from the sound caressed Winter’s dick, and he knew there was no way he was going to last long. He tried to focus on Fox’s cock in his mouth, stroking the shaft with his tongue as he moved, but Fox was driving him crazy. The orgasm was building faster and faster. He tried to suck his lover harder while stroking him with his hand. He wanted to make Fox come, wanted to taste him.
But Fox cheated.
The evil fucker wet one of his fingers and started playing with Winter’s hole. Just light pressing, but it was enough to shove him over the edge into orgasmic bliss. He barely managed to pull off Fox’s dick as he shouted, coming hard down Fox’s throat. His fist tightened around Fox’s cock and he continued to jerk him. A low moan was his only warning before Fox was shattering in his arms. Hot cum splashed across his mouth, neck, and chest. Winter licked his lips, bringing his salty taste into his mouth between broken pants.
After a moment, Fox flopped onto his back and breathlessly laughed. “That…that was fucking amazing.”
“Yes,” Winter panted. “But…I’m not very good at it.”
Fox’s head popped up and looked at him like he was insane. “Are you shitting me?” He then blinked and laughed again. “Damn. I made a mess on you.” He scrambled to the edge of the bed and reached to the floor. He came up with what looked like one of their T-shirts and started wiping off Winter’s chest and neck.
“You’re amazing,” Winter purred.
Fox stopped trying to clean him up and kissed him deep. Winter could taste himself as well as Fox’s satisfaction.
“So were you.” Fox’s eyes narrowed when Winter opened his mouth to argue. To his shock, Fox leaned down and licked him across the lips. “Tastes like you made me come. It certainly looks like it.”
“Smartass.”
Fox tossed the soiled T-shirt aside and stretched out alongside Winter, his arm thrown across Winter’s chest. “You made me feel good. That’s all that matters.” He released a happy sigh, and Winter relaxed. “Thank you for my first sixty-nine.”
Winter chuckled, pleased he could share a first with this man.