Merry Measure - Lily Morton Page 0,31

and squeeze to keep from coming. His skin glows in the lamplight, looking golden against the pale blue of the sheets.

He fists his hard cock lazily, rubbing his thumb over the thick, bulbous head. It’s wet with seed and even as I watch, a droplet forms in the slit and rolls down his length.

It makes my head spin and before I can think, I lean over him and take the head into my mouth, sucking on it and feeling the taste of him coat my tongue, sharp and salty.

He gives a guttural groan as he grabs my hips, his fingers digging into the tight skin and undoubtedly leaving bruises. He slides my dick into his mouth, and I pull away from his cock with a whine. With his head tilted at this angle, I go deep immediately and the feeling is indescribable. I swear my eyes cross as his throat muscles constrict around me.

He gags slightly and even that’s so fucking hot, because it’s Jack’s noises and sounds. It’s Jack I can smell as I nuzzle his groin. It’s a darker version of his own scent, nestled behind the pouch of his balls and in the creases of his legs. I inhale deeply, my mouth watering.

“You smell so good,” I say. I won’t have long before I come down his throat, and, remembering what I was doing a second ago, I reach for his cock. I can’t deep throat like him, so I keep my fingers around the base and suck hard.

He groans around my dick, and I pick up my pace.

“I’m not going to be long,” I pant as I pause for breath.

He grunts in agreement.

Bending my legs slightly, I shuttle in and out of his hot mouth, his hands on my hips guiding me, so I don’t go too far. The hair on his chest abrades my stomach as I set my hands on his thighs, palming the tightly drawn muscles. I suck harder, and more of his seed spills on my tongue.

“Mmm.” It’s impossible not to groan as he cups my balls and rubs a finger over my hole. The touch is gentle, but it lights up every nerve. Then he swallows, and the suction is so strong that it’s game over. I don’t even have time to warn him. I pull away from his cock, and shout into the silence of the room, shooting down his throat and riding out my orgasm with steadily decreasing thrusts of my hips.

It’s his whine that recalls me to reality. I slide out of his mouth, twitching as his tongue touches the oversensitive flesh. Then I bend over his tense body. “Your turn,” I say, and he groans as I start to suck him, making the suction strong, determined to give him as good an orgasm as the one he gave me.

I twist my fingers around the length of his prick, feeling my saliva pool over them. Then I send them back behind his balls. I’m not sure how he’ll react, but I’m immediately reassured when he opens his legs in invitation. Spit isn’t nature’s best lube, so I settle for sliding the tip of my finger inside him, while cupping his balls with my other hand and sucking hard. It’s the adult equivalent of rub your head and your tummy at the same time, but it works. He shouts, arching off the bed as come pours down my throat.

I swallow quickly, determined not to waste a drop. After a few moments, we shift around on the bed so he’s lying on his back and I’m draped over him. The sheets are a mess around us, and the only sounds are that of our harsh breathing and the odd groan.

We lie there for a while, as if stunned, but eventually, I groan and roll off him. We both stare up at the ceiling. I’m not sure whether it’s spinning because of the alcohol or the orgasm. I blink as he entwines his fingers with mine.

“Alright?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

I chuckle. “How could I not be? Apart from the fact that I came so hard, I think I’ve died.”

“Don’t go towards the light,” he says solemnly, and I snort.

Then we both jerk as his phone rings. He reaches down and fumbles for his jeans, pawing through the pockets until he finds his phone and pulls it out.

“Yes? Can I help you?” he says, slowly and carefully spacing out the words.

“Alright?” My brother’s voice is loud in the quiet room, and