Old Ink (Get Ink'd #3) - Ali Lyda Page 0,48

accepted his thrusting tongue. My legs spread so he could settle between them, the pressure of his hard length and silken slacks a delicious sensation on my naked cock.

Reagan’s hands twisted into my hair as he kissed me, his elbow braced outside of my neck and shoulders. I felt utterly enveloped by him. His smell, his touch, his taste became my everything and I reveled in losing myself as he dry-humped me. When he broke the kiss off, I whined.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice a growl.

“I will never forgive you if you stop,” I managed to say, my hips bucking against him to keep the friction going.

“Good.” Then his mouth began to move down my body. Reagan nipped and licked my jawline, my neck. He teased the lobes of my ears while I keened beneath him, desperate for more. When his tongue flicked at one of my nipples, my whole body jerked, back arching from the bed of the truck. His chuckle floated to my ears and I felt a finger trail along my hip bone.

“You’re so responsive,” he crooned.

“I’ve had almost three years of repressed sexual energy when it comes to you, Reagan.” His finger slid dangerously close to my balls, making teasing circles around the junction of hip and thigh. “Jesus Christ, you’re killing me.”

“Tell me what you want, then.” That awful, wonderful finger slid along my stomach, millimeters away from my hard, twitching cock. “Ask me for it.”

“Reagan, anything. Do anything you want to me.” With effort, I shifted up to my elbows and looked at him with pleading in my eyes. “Don’t you get it? I want all of you. Every way.”

I was begging him, but he was the one who looked desperate now. His eyes squeezed shut as he finally let his hand grip my cock. We both jerked at the contact. The rough warmth of his strong hand gripped me and I moaned shamelessly.

Reagan shifted his body and lowered his mouth to my cock. I watched every second of it, some part of me still locked in disbelief. This was happening. This was really happening. It wasn’t a dream. It was—

His tongue darted out, licking my slit, swirling around the head of my cock. I fell back, unable to support myself. And Reagan? He went to work.

I’d had some good blowjobs in my life. But this was...this was something else. I might be the one with his dick getting sucked, but Reagan was the one being pleasured. It was hard to explain, but the way he touched me, gentle and firm, stroking me at his pace, touching me the way he liked to be touched was driving me dangerously close to climax. And he sucked with an urgency that made me senseless with lust.

He didn’t break his rhythm when he lifted one of my legs, throwing it over his shoulder. It gave him more control over my body. That’s when he took me all of the way into his mouth. At the same time that I hit the back of his throat, his thumb pressed against my hole and I came, my balls drawing tight and my orgasm shooting through me with massive force. I jerked as I came, my muscles locked and body thrashing and Reagan kept me in his mouth for the whole of it, swallowing my cum.

“What—” I started to talk, but my mind refused to send signals to my mouth. It couldn’t wrap itself around what had just happened.

Reagan released my cock, gently licking away any lingering cum until I was writhing, too sensitive for more. He pulled himself up and draped his body next to mine.

Sweat was beaded all over me, the burn of the sun’s rays the only thing keeping me present. “That was fucking incredible,” I managed.

“You learn a few things as an old man.”

“Holy fucking fucksticks.” I knew I was speaking nonsense, but again, brain not functioning. “I need a minute or, like...five. Then I want to suck your cock.”

Suddenly I had a second wind, wanting nothing more than to show him I might be young, but I had some tricks up my sleeve, too.

“Nope.”

I froze and looked at him. “What do you mean, ‘nope’?”

“I mean that was what I wanted to do. And I’m glad we did it. You taste…” his eyes grew distant and dreamy, “like perfection. When I jerk off tonight, I’m going to blow a hole through the wall with the force of coming.”

“Why wait to jerk off?” I was