match my cautionary words as I started to untuck his shirt from his pants.
He paused and I grinned.
“Problem?” I flicked my tongue along his jaw.
“No…Yes.”
“You don’t know?” I danced my fingers down his buttons, and he closed his eyes like he couldn’t think while he was looking at me.
“I think we’d be much more comfortable in my bed.” He offered the words hesitantly.
“Oh, you do?” I slipped the first button undone.
He fumbled his keys from his pocket.
“Spoilsport.” I chuckled at him.
“I can’t help it that I don’t want to share you with my entire neighborhood.” He opened the door and pulled me into the house behind him.
After he kicked the door closed, we spun together like we were dancing until we crashed against his couch and sprawled over the back and onto the seat.
He groaned. “Ouch. I swear the bed’s more comfortable.”
“More room too,” I agreed conversationally as I continued undoing his shirt and slid my hand over his chest.
He shuddered, goosebumps raising on his skin. “I want you, Leo.”
“Slowly. We have all the time in the world.” I sucked his earlobe into my mouth and he whimpered.
“My lube is upstairs, though.”
I chuckled. “You might be the only guy I’ve heard of who doesn’t have a handy stash in every room in his house for occasions such as these.” I rolled off the top of him and offered a hand to help him up. “Let’s go to your bed, Mr. Conventional.”
“That sounds suspiciously like a challenge.” He ran a light touch over his cock, displaying the size and shape of it in his pants, and my knees weakened.
I skimmed my tongue across my lips and rolled my lower lip under my teeth. “That cock is mine.”
He shook his head and touched himself again. “Not when I can make it feel this good.”
“I can make it feel better,” I countered.
He gave himself another stroke. “I might have to ask you to prove that.”
We entered his bedroom and he switched on a lamp.
“Oh, I intend to,” I said as the soft glow of light showed the size of the tent in his pants.
I pushed him gently toward the bed. “Pants off and take a seat.”
His eyes widened and I nodded.
“Oh, yes. Now take off those pants.”
He unfastened them and allowed them to drop straight to the floor, his cock immediately springing free from their confines.
“You went commando to my parents’ house?” Surprise forced a laugh from me.
He grinned. “I had hoped that you’d want me later.”
“I’ll always want you.” I walked to him and pushed his shirt from his shoulders before smoothing the pad of my thumb over his nipples. They hardened into little buds, and I swirled my tongue around one. “Why aren’t you sitting?” I reminded him.
He sat awkwardly on the edge of his bed, his pants crumpled around his ankles where his shoes stopped them from slipping right off.
I reached for one shoe and slipped the bow undone before tugging it from his foot and tossing it over my shoulder. It hit the thick carpet almost soundlessly. Then I repeated it with his other shoe before tugging his socks off and drawing his pants the rest of the way down his legs. I pushed them to one side and kneeled up between his legs, resting my hands on his thighs.
Holding his gaze for a moment, I swept my tongue across my lips, nice and slow. Then I looked down at his cock as it almost quivered with his anticipation of my touch. A bead of precum appeared at the tip and I smoothed it out over the head of his dick.
He groaned softly and threaded his fingers into my hair, tugging lightly and sending tingles racing across my scalp. I paused for a moment, reveling in the small bursts of pain.
I cupped his balls and tugged on the loose skin—turnabout was always fair play—and his fingers tightened in my hair as he groaned again.
“Please, Leo,” he whispered.
I tilted my head like maybe I hadn’t understood him then leaned forward and licked his cock from base to tip. He flinched, but his whimper told me he’d enjoyed it so I did it again. Then I flicked my tongue around the head and more precum beaded there. When he began to move his legs restlessly, I opened my mouth wide and lowered it over his cock, lavishing as much attention on the salty-tasting soft skin as possible. I bobbed my head, taking more of him into my mouth, then bobbed my