Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,39

say that I wanted to make-out with any of them.

“You were fan-fucking-tastic tonight at the show,” Dallas complimented. “I was in awe and so proud that you pulled it off with such success.”

My face hurt from grinning so broadly, and I was certain I looked like an idiot, but damn, it felt good to hear him say that. Sure, lots of other people had said the same thing to me tonight as we exited the stage, but hearing Dallas make those remarks was somehow more powerful, and it settled right beneath my solar plexus.

“Coming from you, that means a lot,” I said and reached out to trail my fingers over his chest. I purposefully flicked one of his nipples, and he hissed.

“Did you enjoy performing, or were you too nervous to have fun?” Dallas asked.

“I was nearly tongue-tied during the first song,” I admitted, “and barely managed to croak out the lyrics.”

Dallas scooted closer to me on the bed. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with your tongue in the shower a few minutes ago,” he said as his fingers wrapped around my growing length, and instantly, I was hard as steel.

Dallas nudged me onto my back, then rolled over my leg to settle between my thighs. I opened my legs wider for him as he shouldered himself closer to my groin. I felt beyond exposed but so fucking aroused to have him appraising my cock and balls; then he looked up at me from between my legs and our gazes held. His eyes were fiery hot and so full of erotic promise, he seemed to be seconds away from devouring me, and fuck, I prayed he would.

I shocked myself by going for this so freely and without overthinking any aspect of the fact it was another guy who was about to put his mouth on my dick. I also couldn’t imagine why I’d waited so long to try this with a dude, but I hadn’t felt this way for any man except Dallas. He made me feel bold and uninhibited, which was so far from the truth. A part of me wanted to lay my hand over my erect cock to hide it from Dallas’s wanton gaze, yet a bigger part of me was hoping like hell his mouth would soon ravish me in every nook and cranny between my legs before he swallowed my cock whole and made me shoot down his throat. Wondering what was about to happen next was blissful hell, and I loved it.

Finally, he pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, and I let out an audible sigh of relief. He dragged his tongue higher and across my balls, and I groaned, then sucked one into his mouth and swirled his tongue greedily over the other. I was leaking so badly that I wondered if I’d come from this before his mouth reached my shaft.

“Oh, my god, Dallas,” I exhaled loudly. “This is so fucking good.”

“Mmmm, and I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” Dallas said, then held my gaze while his lips hovered over the leaking tip of my cock, and I swear my heart almost stopped. Those moments of waiting before his tongue reached out to steal a taste of the pre-come pooling in my slit or his lips as they stretched to circle my head were some of the longest I’ve ever experienced. I needed release—and soon, or I was going to blow my load in his face without him sucking me at all, and I really wanted to feel his lips and tongue gliding over my shaft. I’d had lots of blowjobs in my life before now, but never one from a guy—especially a guy with whom I felt an intense physical attraction.

“Do it, Dal. I need your mouth on me so bad,” I pleaded.

And then his head bobbed down, and as soon as he went to work, my brain checked out.

When I felt the slow drag of Dallas’s tongue slide around the rim of my crown, I sighed loudly as my head collapsed back onto the pillow. I knew I was in good hands, and he’d give me an epic orgasm. I also knew he was going tortuously slow on purpose to make sure I felt every lick and suck of pleasure his mouth offered. All I could do was hold on and hope I didn’t melt into the mattress from feeling this damn good.

As Dallas continued to slurp his way around my rod, I could