“Maybe this…?” He shifted lower, spreading Tucker’s legs, trailing his fingers, followed by his lips, up Tucker’s inner thighs, until he slid his lips along Tucker’s length.
Tucker stilled, not even taking a breath, as though he expected Gerome to pull back at any moment. “Please…,” Tucker whispered under his breath, so softly Gerome wasn’t even sure the word was really there. And yet it was, and he slipped his lips over the head and down his length, drawing Tucker deliciously across his tongue.
Tucker quivered and gasped. It was a glorious sound that grew deeper and more guttural as Gerome went down. “Gerome….” His name hung in the air.
“Say it again,” he whispered after pulling away. “Say my name again.” It made him breathless just to hear it, and when Tucker repeated himself, Gerome was determined to take Tucker all the way to heaven.
“Gerome…,” Tucker whispered.
Gerome heard it like a prayer of ecstasy and did his very best to deliver.
He desperately wanted inside Tucker’s hot body. His cock throbbed at the very idea skirting through his head. But Gerome wasn’t sure Tucker was ready for that. Some guys fucked after exchanging names and saying hello. If he were truthful, Gerome had been one of those guys. All he’d needed was a willing partner and a condom and he was ready to go. It would be so easy to fall back into those old patterns with Tucker, but he couldn’t allow it. Gerome admitted to himself, with Tucker’s scent all around him and his taste fresh on his tongue, that he wanted something more. And a different result required a different approach.
Tucker’s cock throbbed, and Gerome deduced that he was close. His eyes were wide as saucers, a light sheen of sweat made Tucker’s skin glisten, and damned if Tucker’s entire body didn’t vibrate under him. “Don’t stop…,” Tucker hummed almost to himself as a sort of mantra.
Gerome had no intention of pausing. He took Tucker harder, and Tucker outright shook, his gorgeous eyes clamping shut as his release came over him, and Gerome tasted Tucker as he burst on his tongue.
Gerome swallowed and stilled when Tucker did, letting the postrelease headiness float through Tucker. It was the best feeling Gerome knew, though it lasted just a few seconds before Tucker’s eyes slid open, his lips curling upward. “Were you trying to kill me?”
“I don’t think it’s really possible to suck a guy’s brains out through his dick,” Gerome teased with a grin as he licked his lips to get the last of Tucker’s essence.
“Well….” Tucker sat up and pushed Gerome back down onto the bedding. Gerome ended up with his head at the foot of the bed and Tucker on top of him. “Maybe it’s my turn to try.”
Gerome had not expected this. He had never experienced playfulness in bed, and damned if it didn’t add to the excitement. Tucker seemed to smile constantly, and the wicked gleam in his eyes told Gerome that he was in for quite a ride.
And it seemed he was right. Tucker returned the passion and pleasure in equal measure, driving Gerome out of his mind until his head throbbed and his eyes crossed. “Tucker… honey, I don’t think the challenge was meant to be taken literally,” Gerome muttered and let his head fall back as Tucker sucked him deep and hard, using his lips and fingers to produce a symphony of excitement that Gerome was powerless to control.
Tucker had him transfixed, pulling his gaze to where he sank between those sweet lips. The sight was almost more than he could bear, let alone the intense heat and pressure that accompanied the visual. He groaned and whimpered, a steady stream of nonsense filling his head and slipping out between his own lips. And all he could do was lie still and let it happen. Every time he moved, Tucker placed his hand flat on his belly to hold him in place. What shocked him most was that this was about giving, rather than taking. He almost didn’t know what to make of it.
He felt like an inexperienced teenager with the way that Tucker seemed to understand him, taking Gerome to the edge and backing away before doing it again. God, it was as though Tucker knew exactly what Gerome liked. It was uncanny and strikingly erotic at the same time.
“Tucker….” His tone sounded like a warning to his own ears, even as he gripped the bedding. Tucker had complete control, and he seemed to like it.