pushed a hand between us to rub his thickening erection through his pants. His lips found mine again, and fuck, I loved the way he rutted into my palm as he kissed me hard, moaning every now and then. When he broke the kiss with a gasp, he said, “Didn’t you say something about giving me head?”
I laughed. “Take off your pants and let me get up, and you’re damn right I’ll give you head.”
Didn’t need any arm-twisting for that. Or, well, for the taking off his pants part. We started making out again, because of course we did, and…fine. I could work with this.
So could he, apparently.
Stripping out of our clothes was awkward and clumsy when we were tangled up on the couch, but whatever. We fumbled, we laughed, we nearly toppled onto the floor, and little by little, we got rid of all the layers between us. Before long, we were skin on skin, and laughing turned into gasping between kisses as we made out. I ended up on my back again, Jase’s narrow hips between my thighs, and he rocked just enough to create some friction between us, which almost killed my ability to kiss because holy fuck, I could not possibly be more turned on. In fact if he kept it up, I was sure we’d both come, and I had promised him a blowjob.
“Sit up,” I panted. “Let me suck you off.”
Jase shuddered hard, and he got up. We shifted around so he was sitting up, and I nudged the coffee table aside so I could kneel between his parted thighs.
Oh, my God. I’d blown him plenty of times since we’d started dating, but this view? Fuck, yes. Sitting between two powerful thighs, watching his six-pack abs contract as I stroked his dick, gazing up at his kiss-swollen lips and lust-filled eyes? Mmhmm, this would be on my mind the next time I jerked off. No doubt.
I ran my tongue around the head of his cock, and the groan he released made my body hot all over. Going down on him was one of my favorite things ever, especially since he just enjoyed it. Maybe he’d come, maybe he wouldn’t, but he was totally onboard to sit back and enjoy the ride without trying to rush.
As I licked my way down the shaft of his cock, I glanced up again, and he was teasing his nipple with his fingers as he watched me through heavy-lidded eyes. So. Hot.
The more I licked and stroked him, the faster his breathing became. He swore and gasped, and his cock grew even harder as the faint salt of pre-cum hinted that he was almost there.
“Fuck,” he moaned breathlessly, digging his fingers into my shoulder. “I’m gonna come. Oh, yeah, that’s it. That’s… Fuck…” He shivered and gasped, and I added a little twist to my strokes, and he came with a shout, nearly levitating off the couch as he unloaded on my tongue.
I sat back on my heels and gazed up at him. Now that was hot—Jase, sitting back on my couch, naked and breathing hard as he came down from his orgasm.
“Oh my God,” he murmured, blinking his eyes a few times. When he focused on me, he grinned and beckoned to me. I got up, straddled him, and he pulled me down into a kiss, not shying away at all from the taste of cum in my mouth. Barely breaking the kiss, he said, “You are so good at that.”
I grinned against his lips, and just kissed him again.
His arms tightened around me. All at once, we were moving, and suddenly I was the one sitting against the couch, and he grinned down at me. “Now it’s my turn.”
I licked my lips. “D-don’t let me stop you.”
He kissed me again, lightly this time, and knelt between my legs. I squirmed, aroused beyond belief just from the sight of him and the anticipation, and then those full lips were around my dick, and—
“Jesus, baby…” I raked my fingers through his hair, careful not to push his head down or hold him in place. Holy fuuuck, this man’s mouth. When I said Jase loved to enjoy the ride, I didn’t just mean he loved it when he was on the receiving end. Especially now that he’d lost some of his nervousness about sucking cock, he was more than happy to give me a long, languid blowjob. Nothing in the world beat getting head from someone who enjoyed giving it,