Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,56
hard and needed to come, but I wasn’t sure how to make that happen.
“Your very first blowjob and it was one the best I’ve ever had,” Dallas whispered. “Holy fuck, Fletch. Are you sure you haven’t done that before me?”
I lifted an eyebrow at him. “One of your best?” I asked. “What the fuck does that mean? Is that your way of telling me a lot of people have visited your theme park?”
He began to laugh softly and straddled my hips to stretch out on top of me. Dallas’s cock was still half-hard and his gentle rocking was generating a perfect amount of friction against my aching dick.
“Dal—”
“What? Did you really want me to answer that question about my ‘theme park’?” he asked. “I was about to head south, but if you want to talk about my previous hookups, then we can do that instead.”
I nipped at his bottom lip and pulled it away from his teeth. “I was going to suggest you use this sexy mouth of yours to suck me because I really need to come,” I admitted. “Besides, I don’t need to hear about all of your conquests.”
“For the record, there haven’t been that many, and I’ll be very happy to get you off in … hmmm … I bet under three minutes,” Dallas proclaimed as he maneuvered himself down my body to rest between my legs. He already had my underwear pushed off my hips and was running his nose along the length of my shaft.
“Under three minutes?” I questioned. “I doubt it’ll even take two minutes since I’m already so fucking close just from you grinding on me.”
“Clock starts now,” Dallas said, and then his mouth swallowed my cock all the way to the root.
Chapter Eighteen
Two minutes and eight seconds was all it took for Dallas to get me to come, and it was glorious. He didn’t bother with edging, just went right for the gold medal. I think what pushed me over was when I felt the pad of his thumb rubbing circles on my taint, and then it slipped lower to play with my hole. My instincts kicked in, and I automatically spread my legs wider in invitation. I had no idea my brain could think that way, but I knew I wanted Dallas to touch me everywhere and was certain he’d make me feel good. He only stayed at the rim, though, with an intermittent slip inside to the first knuckle when he dropped down hard on my cock with his mouth. Even just that tiny stretch from Dallas’s thumb was enough to send me into orbit and it left me wanting more.
I was completely wrung out and spent after Dallas cleaned me up. We lay there stargazing for a good hour and finished off a couple of beers. I saw Dallas check his phone for the time and knew it was probably a good idea to go back downstairs, but I hated to put an end to this night.
“Do you need to head out?” I asked him.
“Yeah, I probably should get home,” he answered, and we quietly began to get dressed and pack up our stuff.
We made it down to my apartment, and I unlocked the door. The first detail that slammed into my brain was that the television in the living room was on, and I knew that it wasn’t when we went up to the roof. After a quick glance down the hall, I saw light streaming out from Mike’s room, then his voice startled me from the kitchen.
“Hey, how’s it going?” he asked. He was making a sandwich on the counter and glanced over his shoulder at us. “Good to see you, Dallas.”
My head was spinning out of control, and I suddenly felt nauseous. Dallas took the stuff I was carrying from my arms and walked it all down to my room, then returned to the living room area with his backpack hanging over one shoulder. His eyes bounced from me to Mike and then back to me.
“I’ll see you around,” Dallas said and quickly left the apartment before I could manage anything more than a casual wave at him.
What the fuck just happened?
Mike finished making his snack and put the deli meat and condiments back into the refrigerator. While his back was turned, I took the cowards way out and started to walk down the hall toward my bedroom.
“Fletch! Come sit with me,” Mike requested.
Shit! Hanging with you right now would not be good.