and he let me catch it. We kissed as I walked him backward. I had no idea where I was going and it didn’t matter, not as long as I got to take this feeling with me.
We stopped when the wall made us, Josh’s back hitting it with a thud. We laughed into the kiss, and it was so damn exhilarating. I hadn’t realized how broken I felt until everything fell into place, and I felt this, knew I could feel this.
“I want to get on my knees for you.” Josh kissed one corner of my mouth, then the other.
My brain scrambled at the thought. I couldn’t form words, even though one was screaming through my head—yes.
So I nodded. Josh smiled, this happy, giddy sort of grin, before pressing another kiss to my lips.
He knelt down, his hands going for the button, then the zipper on my pants as I looked down at him, watched him work. God, we were doing this. I couldn’t fucking believe we were doing this, but I sure as shit didn’t plan to stop.
Josh opened my jeans, then tugged them down with my briefs, my cock bursting free. “Oh fuck. Did you do this just for me?” he teased.
I rested an arm on the wall, forehead against it, watching Josh. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You like it.” He wrapped a hand around me and stroked once. I hissed out in response. “Jesus, this is a nice cock, sweetheart.”
I was sure my brain hadn’t caught up with what was really going on, that I wasn’t letting myself acknowledge it because if I did, I might do something to stop it. In that moment, I just wanted to savor this feeling, savor Josh, so yeah, I didn’t let myself contemplate what happened from there. Instead, I let go, allowing my instincts to take over. “Why don’t you shut up and suck it, then?”
Josh just shook his head and smiled, his grin so damn comforting, it settled the nerves I hadn’t known I felt. “I think I’m creating a monster.”
“Do you regret it?”
“Not a single bit.” Josh cupped my sac, wrapped a hand around my shaft, and leaned in. His tongue lashed across my slit, the bead of precome disappearing with the swipe. I groaned. He hadn’t even done much, and I already wanted to empty my balls.
Josh let go of me, unbuttoning and unzipping his own jeans as he licked me, root to tip, twisting his tongue around my glans and pulling greedy sounds out of me. He tugged his pants down his thighs, taking himself out too, and damned if I didn’t whimper at the sight. I hadn’t whimpered during sex in my whole life.
“You like that?” Josh asked, stroking himself. I should have known he’d be a verbal lover. “Do you?”
“Fuck yes,” I admitted.
“That’s what I like to hear. You got me hard as a fence post.”
Josh fondled his cock, and I watched. Fuck, he was long, longer than me. His glans red, his shaft curved slightly, veins running along the length of him.
“This is a thick piece of meat, Griff.” Josh rubbed me, tightened his hold. “I can take it, though.” He leaned in.
Josh’s mouth stretched around my dick and… “Holy fuck. Jesus. Fuck. I can’t.” He took me to the back of his throat, didn’t work up to it or anything, just deep throated me, humming around my dick, my balls against his chin.
I was going to die. Sex with Josh was… There were no words.
He sucked me, bobbing his head and swallowing around me. Those steel-gray eyes of his looked up with pride in them because he knew what he was doing to me, knew I was losing my mind, and nothing had ever felt so good, and why in the fuck hadn’t we tried this a hundred years ago?
His mouth was so hot, so wet, and he knew just how to suck me, how to touch my balls, playing with them and gently pulling them. My world was spinning. I could hardly stay on my feet. My dick wanted to live in his mouth, like maybe we could stay connected like this all the time.
I didn’t realize I was holding back until he pulled off and said, “Let loose. Give it to me.”
And I did. I pulled my hips back and thrust into his mouth. Josh gagged a bit, but when I went to stop, he wrapped his hands around my thighs and didn’t let me, so I kept going. We found a rhythm