off you,” Saxon whispered. He strode to me, pinning me against the wall with his large body.
The heat of him set my skin on fire. He stared down at me, his intense blue eyes boring into my soul. “Kiss me?” I couldn’t think of anything else at the moment. I wanted his lips on mine. Enough of the chaste kisses we’d been exchanging. I wasn’t a virgin in some Victorian romance. I was a man. I knew who I was and what I wanted. Saxon.
He set his hands on either side of my face. I kept my eyes open as Saxon leaned in to kiss me. His lips were soft against my own for the briefest moment before the kiss turned carnal. I moaned against his lips, and Saxon used that slip to surge into my mouth, claiming me completely.
“Damn,” Saxon panted before hitting his knees in front of me. His eyes glowed deviously. He grabbed the waistband of my boxers and worked them down my cock. Gravity took over and they puddled at my feet.
I was waiting for Saxon to devour me whole, but he didn’t. His eyes moved over every inch of my naked body. I’d never felt more exposed in my life. I almost positioned my hands over my cock, feeling embarrassed.
“Never hide yourself. You’re beautiful.” Saxon looked up at me. “I want nothing more than to dive on your dick and suck you dry, but the other part of me, the one who knows this is more than a one-time thing, wants to savor every inch of you like a fine wine.”
No one had ever spoken to me like that in my life. For the first time, I felt cherished, like I was more than a hard dick with a willing hole. “Take all the time you need, but hurry up.” My dick was so hard, I was sure it could cut glass. I needed the sweet, velvet heat of Saxon’s mouth on me, and I needed it now.
Saxon’s pink tongue licked out at the head of my dick as if it were an ice cream cone. “Oh, fuck!” I felt my legs starting to give way. Saxon slapped a hand against my abs, holding me against the wall as his thick lips slipped over the head of my dick. He suckled for a few seconds before swallowing me whole.
My hands landed in his hair, pulling him closer and at the same time trying to push him back. I was feeling too much too fast. Saxon’s tongue lashed at my heated skin, bringing me closer and closer to the end. Part of me never wanted this moment to end, but the other, horny, part of me wanted to come now.
“You’re close. I can feel it.” Saxon chuckled, popping off my dick.
“Please, Saxon,” I pleaded. If he didn’t make me come, I was going to lose my mind.
His eyes glittered in the low light of my room, but he stayed silent. With a quick nod of his head, he fell on my cock, lubing it with his spit, while his free hand worked my balls. My eyes slid shut. Colors burst behind my eyes, reminding me of the Fourth of July. I was so close to coming, I could practically taste it.
Saxon hummed against the side of my dick. My eyes snapped open, and before I knew what was happening, I was coming. “Saxon!” I called out. He swallowed again and again as my cock continued to empty itself in his mouth.
When my cock stopped spasming, Saxon fell back to the floor. His lips were slick with his own saliva and the remnants of my release. Looking at him, you’d think he was the one who just got his rocks off. I’d never seen a lover look so happy over getting me off before. “Holy shit.”
“Much better than bickering with each other, isn’t it?” Saxon snorted and started to laugh.
“If only we’d thought to greet each other with mutual blow jobs.” I laughed along with him.
“Speaking of mutual.” Saxon waggled his dark brows at me before climbing to his feet.
I was going to give just as well as I’d gotten. It felt like I’d waited a lifetime for this moment. I kissed him hard, tasting my release on his lips.
“You’re gorgeous, Dallas,” Saxon said breathlessly. “Tonight was the best night of my life. I feel like we really connected with each other.”
“You certainly connected with my dick.” I was about to undo the top button of his