Somebody to Love (Tyler Jamison #1) - April Wilson Page 0,68

cock, with his sac nestled beneath it… he’s gorgeous.

Ian brushes my hair back. His voice is little more than a husky whisper. “I’d like nothing more than to feel your lips wrapped around my cock, but I meant what I said earlier. You have nothing to prove.”

“I’m not trying to prove anything. I want this. I want… you.” And then I clutch the back of his thigh with my free hand and draw him closer, guiding him toward my mouth. “Just don’t expect much the first time, okay?”

I lick the length of his cock, from root to tip, teasing the rim before I swirl my tongue over the head, tasting salt and musk. He stares down at me, his gaze locked onto what I’m doing with his cock. His face is flushed, and his nostrils flare as he draws in a heavy breath.

It’s true I’ve never done this, but I’m a man, and I know what feels good. I just do for him what I’d like him to do to me, and hope for the best.

I want this to be good for him. I want to give him the best head he’s ever had. My hand tightens on his thigh, my fingers digging hard into his muscles, holding him in place. My other hand strokes his cock from root to crown while I lick the head, teasing it with my tongue.

The heat and taste of him make my blood pound, and my own erection is confined and throbbing.

When I draw him into my mouth, my tongue stroking his length, Ian digs his fingers into my shoulders and arches his back, staring at me in awe. “Fuck!” he cries, his chest heaving.

I smile as I suck him in deep. I can feel the heated, throbbing pulse of his arousal against my tongue, his blood pumping madly. With a helpless groan, he starts moving, thrusting into my mouth. My head spins. God, I never even imagined this! The heat of him, the power. My own cock is hard as a rock, trapped in my boxer-briefs, the pressure and confinement killing me.

Ian grips the sides of my head, holding me where he wants me as he drives in and out of my mouth. My lips mold to the length of him, my tongue stroking him with each long slide in and out. The rough, desperate sounds coming from him drive my own arousal. He’s just as turned on as I am, and that thrills me.

I was so afraid I wouldn’t measure up to his previous partners, that I’d fumble my way through it, but if his harsh, panting breaths are any indication of his pleasure, I must be doing all right.

I glance up at him, lifting my gaze and locking with his. He’s staring down at me, his lips tight, his jaw clenched hard. His eyes burn into mine.

With a groan, he clutches the back of my head and thrusts deep into my mouth. I work on relaxing my throat muscles and letting him in, breathing through my nose as his cock fills my airway.

He thrusts faster and faster, harder. He grits his teeth and practically growls. “Fuck, Tyler, I’m about to come.”

I don’t know if he’s giving me a courtesy heads-up or warning me to disengage now if I don’t want his cum in my mouth. But I do want it.

After a couple more deep thrusts, he abruptly pulls out of my mouth, gasping. Before I can protest, he grabs a blanket off the back of the sofa and lays it on the sofa.

“Take off your clothes,” he says as he kicks off his shoes. Then he steps out of his briefs and jeans, and strips off his socks. “Do it,” he repeats when I just sit there, frozen. “We’re not fucking, Tyler, so don’t freak out on me. Just get naked.”

I stand and do as he asked, kicking off my shoes and shucking off my jeans and boxer-briefs. He pushes me down onto the blanket, on my back. A moment later, he’s stretched out beside me, one of his legs slipping between mine. “Relax, Tyler.”

I let out a heavy breath and try to do as he says, but it’s not easy. A blowjob I can handle, but this—I don’t know what he wants. I can feel my body tensing no matter how hard I try not to.

He clutches the back of my head with one hand and pulls me close for a deep kiss. His mouth is hot and demanding on