Hardwood - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,65

press my nose against the inside crease of his thigh, dragging in a deep breath and filling my lungs with the unadulterated scent of him. Watson’s cock is so hard, laying against his belly, flushed dark, his balls already tight against his body.

“Fuck,” I groan, dragging my tongue over his skin, my mind racing in a million directions at once. I want to suck his balls and swallow his cock and crawl back up his body to kiss him and grind our cocks together. I want to find some lube and slip my fingers inside of him. I want to taste him and fuck him and have him in a thousand ways all at once. “I don’t even know where to start.” I can hear the pleading in my own voice.

Watson’s erection twitches against his stomach, a clear strand of precum forming from his slit and dripping down onto the skin on his belly. Unable to resist, I break the shiny strand with my tongue, tasting the salty, bitter flavor and immediately craving more.

I moan, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, my whole body shuddering with bliss at the stretch of my lips, the weight of it against my tongue. Another burst of precum fills my mouth, and my own cock throbs in response, my balls tightening as heat pools in the pit of my stomach. I can’t decide if it will be epically embarrassing or crazy hot if all it takes is the tip of his cock in my mouth to make me cum all over myself without even touching my erection.

“Ev,” Watson gasps my name, his hips twitching, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. My throat tightens reflexively before he gets more than halfway in, and I pull back. “Sorry.”

I hum around my full mouth to let him know it’s okay. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock to keep him from accidentally going too deep again before I’m ready. I drag my tongue along his shaft, feeling the jut of every vein and memorizing the salty taste of his skin.

Watson wraps his fingers around fistfuls of my hair, panting and moaning as I take my sweet time getting acquainted with his cock.

I lap at his slit and tease around his head with my tongue. I bob my head up and down carefully, getting a feel for the slide of his length as it moves deeper into my mouth. I’ve lost track of how many fantasies I’ve entertained over the years of having a cock in my mouth, making a man fall apart with pleasure and fill my mouth with his cum. This is a thousand times better than any fantasy. My fantasies never accounted for the way I can feel his cock throbbing against my mouth, or the feeling of his muscles trembling as he restrains himself, or the hitch of his breath each time I do something he likes.

As I start to gain confidence, I let my hand fall away, testing how deep I can take him before I gag. The first time I only get him halfway in again, but once I pull back and catch my breath, I try again and get him a little deeper. I run my hands over his belly and thighs as I try over and over, getting him deeper each time until I manage to feel the head of his cock bump against the back of my throat without gagging. I’m not sure I could deep throat him at this point, but luckily, his cock isn’t that long.

I press my nose against the tuft of pubic hair at the base, holding him deep and growing desperately horny from the feeling of just holding his cock fully in my mouth. I dig my fingers into his thighs and thrust my hips, my eyes rolling back as I grind my aching cock against the bed.

“Ev, Ev, Evvvvv,” he moans, tugging my hair hard enough that my scalp stings, bucking his hips in a plea for me to do more than simply hold him in my mouth. I pull back and then take him in again. I suck him faster and harder, taking him deeper as I find the perfect rhythm. Saliva and precum drip down my chin, and my throat starts to ache, but I refuse to stop, not when he’s so close, not when I’m so close. My cock is throbbing, and my balls feel heavy as I grind against the mattress with