Somebody to Love (Tyler Jamison #1) - April Wilson Page 0,53
me away, I lick the length of him right through his briefs, wetting the fabric, and he groans low and harsh. When I mouth the head of him through his briefs, he moans. “Fuuuck!”
I run my nose along the length of him, breathing him in, loving his smell, the heat and muskiness of him. My dick hardens and my balls draw up tight. I’m so fucking aroused, I groan loudly, desperate for more. I mouth him through the fabric, my lips caressing his length, and he wavers on his feet.
I grip the waistband of his boxers and lower it, finally freeing his erection. He lets out a heavy breath, his chest heaving as he sucks in air. His thick cock bobs in the air, defying gravity. I grip him in one hand while my other hand reaches behind him, to cup an ass cheek and gently squeeze it.
His knees nearly buckle, but he manages to catch himself on the bar counter, gripping the edge with a white-knuckled fist. “Ian—” he chokes out. “Shit! I can’t do this.”
He says he can’t do it, not that he doesn’t want to.
My gaze returns to his, and the sight of him looking down on me, towering over me with a dark, hungry expression, his blue-green eyes on fire, makes me crave him with a desperation I’ve never felt before. My own cock throbs, pulsing with need, and I ache for him, so badly it hurts.
“There’s the door, Tyler,” I say roughly, nodding toward the foyer. My voice is raw. “You’re welcome to leave at any time.”
When he remains in place, his feet rooted to the spot, I smile up at him, taking his response—or rather his lack of response—as tacit permission. I lick the length of him from root to tip, once, twice, my tongue worshipping his heated flesh. I wrap my fingers around his cock, reveling in the heat of it. A thick vein pulses beneath my fingers, and I moan in approval. He smells like sex, and I can’t begin to get enough of him. I want to eat him alive.
I lick the crown of his erection and swirl my tongue around the head, teasing the rim. I taste him on my tongue, salty and warm, and it only makes me want more. I’m desperate to make him come. Desperate to take him inside me and swallow every drop. His hands return to my face, and he cups my cheeks firmly, his fingers digging roughly into my jaw.
He’s not pushing me way. He’s letting me, and the realization is heady. It emboldens me. I draw the head of his cock into my mouth, my tongue circling it, teasing him, stroking him, worshipping him the way I’ve dreamed of doing.
I draw him in deep. Damn, he’s a lot to take! I don’t think I’ve ever had such a big cock in my mouth before. I take him all the way to the back of my throat, my face almost pressed against his groin, his wiry hair teasing my nostrils. The heat and scent of him make me want to weep.
I start moving on his cock in earnest, my lips dragging along the taut length of him. I grip the base of his cock with one hand, and with my other hand, I reach down and unfasten my jeans, easing my zipper past my own throbbing erection. Frantically, I shove my jeans down, and my briefs, just enough to free my cock. I grip myself hard, stroking my length and wishing it was Tyler’s hand on me instead.
“Fuck!” Tyler cries when I take him deep once more. I alternate between sliding my mouth up and down his length, then my tongue, to taking him as far back as I can. The animal sounds coming from him only spur me on, the groans and the cursing only drive my own arousal higher.
His hands cage my skull, and suddenly he’s holding me where he wants me. Without warning, he starts thrusting into my mouth, hard and fast, like a wild man who’s lost all control.
His body has clearly taken over, and there’s no shred of reticence left in him. He holds me firmly in place as he fucks my mouth, his strokes long and hard, hitting the back of my throat over and over. I will myself to relax and breathe through my nose, loosening my throat muscles so I can take all of him, give him what he needs.