me. I let my gaze drag hungrily over his body, from his broad shoulders to his tapered waist and the rough, fiery red hair that ran from below his navel into a thatch around his long, uncut cock.
The flush on his cheeks darkened. It was always so easy to tell when he was emotional—his pale skin always betrayed him. He narrowed his sharp green eyes at me. “What are you waiting for?”
“Just enjoying the view,” I said, and I leaned over to kiss him. With the lube in hand, I kissed my way down his neck, his chest, pausing to run my tongue over his pink nipples and savor the little gasp of pleasure he made at the sensation. Then I continued down, dragging my tongue over his skin as I went. “Want it to be good for you.”
Tex raked his fingers through my hair. I looked up and our eyes locked. Any trace of nervousness had left him. He looked hungry. His green eyes were sharp, and his lower lip was swollen where he’d set his lower teeth into it. “It’s good. Better than anything else.”
The low, rough tone of his voice electrified me. I kissed his right hip, and pinned him to the bed by the other. Then I met his eyes again and ran my tongue up the length of his cock. Tex groaned, his hand tightening in my hair, and then I sucked his cock down.
I’d fantasized about this moment for years, but none of my imaginings could compare to the real thing. It was hot, and hard, throbbing in my mouth, and Tex’s low moan of pleasure traveled down my spine like a physical touch. I moved slowly on his cock, taking as much as I could into my throat before moving back up. I pressed my tongue to the underside, swirled it around the tip, and then repeated the process.
“Fucking hell, Jazz,” Tex rumbled.
Then as I continued to suck his cock, I rubbed my slickened forefinger against his entrance. His body tensed under me, his hole clenching. But I didn’t rush it, I just continued slowly sucking his cock, not hard enough to drag him over the edge. Hopefully just enough to relax him.
“Do it,” Tex said, encouraging me with a slight tug on my hair.
Well. If he wanted it, I wanted to give it to him. I slid my finger slowly inside him.
Tex gasped and shifted his hips on the bed. I pulled off his cock. “Feel okay?”
He tossed his head back against the pillows. “S’weird.”
“It’ll get better,” I promised. I returned my attention to his cock, sucking him a little harder, a little faster, upping the edge of pleasure until I felt the insanely tight heat of his body relax. I worked another finger inside him slowly, until I could fit in another, and then I thrust slow and deep and crooked my fingers, searching, until—
Tex cursed and nearly jackknifed off the bed. I pulled off his cock with a laugh and pinned him down harder. “See? Gets better.”
“Do that again,” he demanded.
I hid my smile in the curve of his hip as I fingered him with a little more urgency now. He was so tight and hot, and suddenly a lot more responsive, and my desire to feel that heat around my cock was starting to overwhelm me.
“Actually, fuck that, get inside me,” Tex said. He tugged at my hair again insistently, guiding me back up his body.
For a moment I thought he might be one of those guys that doesn’t like to kiss after a blowjob—but then Tex pulled me on top of him and kissed me hard and dirty and intentional, like he wanted to taste himself in my mouth. I groaned into the kiss. My cock was so fucking hard, dizzyingly hard, leaking precum insistently against his skin.
I wrestled a condom on while still kissing him. Tex reached between us and gripped my cock hard, spreading lube over me with a tight grip.
“Wanna feel you without one next time,” he muttered into my mouth.
My hips jerked forward into his touch and I had to bat his hand away for fear of coming right there. “The fucking mouth on you,” I said.
Tex smirked into the kiss.
“Yeah,” I said. “Next time.”
Because there would be a next time. And there wasn’t going to be anyone else. Not anymore.
“How do you want it?” I asked a little desperately, as I squeezed the base of my cock to try to get myself under