“Fuck, yes,” I grit through my teeth as he makes contact. His hand is hot around my cock, stroking to my rhythm, and I’m going to come way too fucking fast. “Wait. Stop.”
His touch leaves me immediately. We’re frozen in place for a moment, and my hand is still wrapped around him while he waits for my next move. I realize he thinks I wanted to stop completely, as if I’m backing out, but that’s so far from the truth.
My body is on fire, and I haven’t felt this good in a long time. There is no stopping me now. So, while I have the chance, I do what I’ve been thinking about all fucking week.
My eyes still glued on his face, I drop slowly to my knees and look ahead at his beautiful tan and pink length, tight round head, veins bulging, and warmth radiating into my palm. It is a perfect fucking dick, and I really never considered myself admiring another cock before, but here I am.
Placing a warm, wet kiss directly on the head, we both shiver at the same time. Then I trail my lips along the bottom side, all the way to the base before licking my way back to the head. Every texture and sensation is so new to me, and I feel the shake of nervous excitement in my spine as I part my lips pulling him in. He glides easily along my tongue, and I’m almost afraid he won’t make it very deep when my gag reflex kicks in, but fuck, this is the only time I’m going to do this, so I’m going to do it right. I’m going to please him. I have to.
Relaxing my throat, I try again. Adding more saliva to his staff, I let him slide even further, feeling him at the back of my throat. His hands go to my hair, gripping the locks at my scalp as he jolts forward.
“Fuck, Nash. Fuck.”
I’m totally lost in the movement of my mouth around him, taking him a little deeper each time, saliva running down my chin and tears pooling in my eyes.
“Your mouth is perfect on my cock, Nash.”
The praise spurs me on, sucking him down faster, tasting the beads of pre-cum on my tongue. And the question in my head, what will I do when he comes, steals my thoughts. Will I swallow it down?
This is the only time I’m doing this, so I guess I will. I want it. I want him.
I don’t even realize I’m doing it, but I have one hand on my own cock, stroking shamelessly, and I feel myself building toward my orgasm at the same speed he is. And just when I think I’m there, he pulls out, and I stop my moving.
“Stand up,” he orders me, breathless.
His cheeks are red, his eyes dark and dilated with lust. As I stand, my lips wet and swollen, he grabs my jaw and pulls me in for a deep kiss. Fuck, I love his mouth on mine. More than I thought I would. Something about kissing a man as opposed to a woman is hot as fuck. Like I can be as rough and hard on him as I want, and he can take it.
But as he pulls away, still holding me by the throat, he glares into my eyes. And my heart won’t stop hammering in my chest because I know what comes next.
This is the only time I’m doing this. The thought echoes.
“Turn around,” he says.
My chest heaves as I pause.
Make up your mind, Nash. I can’t let this moment pass.
One, two, three, four.
I turn toward the window. Facing his desk, my pants at my feet, I place my palms against the cool wood before feeling his body hot against my back as he hums low and inviting. With one arm around my waist, he takes my dick in his hand, stroking slowly as his other hand rifles through the top drawer. Glancing there, I see him drop a small bottle of lube on the desk, and bring a condom wrapper to his teeth to tear it open.
My heart is going to explode in my chest.
He lets go of my cock long enough to put the rubber on his own. Then, comes the lube. At first he drops some onto his fingers and I wait, trying to tell my chest to stop pounding so hard. It’s his fingers, slick and warm against my back entrance I