“Huh?”

“Your precum tastes good.”

I nodded. “Suck me some more?”

“We’ll get to that.” He flashed a sly grin before kissing his way up my shaft, each smack leaving a burning spot of desire in its wake. I gasped while he licked my balls, nuzzled my inner thighs, and tickled my cock with his nails. Whitecaps of desire washed over me, swelling into a tidal wave of wanton lust. I tried to control myself but soon cried out, “Holy shit!”

I gripped the chair as he nibbled my ball sac, then licked up the shaft and claimed the precum from my slit. He did it over and over, and I lived for the agonizingly brief moments when he took my cock into his mouth and sucked me with loud slurps that ratcheted my excitement to the stratosphere.

He shifted his attention away from my cock, and my legs shook while he tongued my navel and licked his way to my balls, ignoring my dick. He sucked my nuts, one at a time, tracing his fingers in circles on my thighs. My moans gave way to whining when he swirled his tongue around my frenulum. He finally looked up. “You like this, huh?”

“Yes, but please suck my fucking cock.”

With a sly smile, he hooked his teeth over his lower lip and gazed into my eyes while he slapped my cock against his cheek. “Soon.”

“Is this good for you?” I asked.

He leaned back enough for me to glimpse his rigid cock between his legs. The head was dark, and veins bulged beneath the skin of his shaft. He gathered his precum on two fingers andswirled it around my cock, making me groan again. Could I come just from that kind of attention?

“That answer your question?” he asked.

I nodded, then wondered if I was being selfish. “You want me to…” I raised my eyebrows in a half-hearted offer.

“Let me take care of you first. I’m giving myself a squeeze now and then.”

“Sounds good.” I slid forward in the chair and leaned my head against the back. “You’re so fucking good at this, Sven.”

He closed his mouth around the head and sucked me in—completely. “Jesus Christ!” I shouted.

That made him chuckle again, and the vibrations around my cock made me even harder. Moaning, I slid closer to the edge of the chair, lost in the ecstasy of being encased in his warm mouth. All at once, he swallowed around the head of my cock, and my ass raised off the chair. “Goddammit!”

He pulled off slowly until only the tip remained between his lips, then sucked me back in. His slow pace was sweet agony, but each time, he rewarded me with a few heavenly seconds in his throat. Balanced on the razor’s edge between pleasure and pain, I tangled my fingers in his hair as filthy nonsense spewed from my mouth. Needing to come, I tried to thrust, but he held my hips in place. He chuckled again when I grunted in protest, the vibrations pushing me even closer to orgasm.

My breaths were soft growls, and my balls grew heavy. “Please,” I begged. “Faster.”

He pulled off with a loud pop. “Stand up.”

My thighs were twitching so much I wasn’t sure I could, but I’d have done anything if it meant he’d keep sucking me.

When I was upright, he asked, “Want to fuck my face?”

“Holy shit, yes.” I’d always wanted to do that, but no one had ever let me.

His eyes were stormy with lust. “I want you to fuck my mouth and blow your filthy load down my throat. Choke me with your cum. Use me.”

Madness descended when I placed my hands on his head and pushed inside his mouth. He tongued my shaft while I shifted my hips and fucked him. Soon, I was slamming into the back of his throat while he grasped my legs and held on. It felt so good my eyes teared up with pleasure.

After an especially enthusiastic thrust, he gagged. It took superhuman strength, but I pulled out far enough for him to suck in a breath before I started pounding his face again. He’d given up trying to suck me, leaving me to use him for my own pleasure. When he gagged a second time, I couldn’t stop. Instead, I barked, “Gonna blow.”

He slid his hands behind my butt and pulled me against his face. I called out with the first shot and held his head in a death grip, unable to stop thrusting and grunting with every contraction. The squirts eventually slowed to dribbles, and he suckled me before pulling off. Everything started spinning.

Standing quickly, he grabbed me around my torso. “Easy there.” He lowered me back into the chair and rested a hand on my shoulder. My vision soon cleared, and I looked into his eyes.

He traced a finger across my cheek. “Did that help clear out the cobwebs?”

“Holy shit, that cleared out a lot of things. It was terrific, Sven.”

It had been much more than terrific; he had given me the best blow job of my life. Even if we never did anything sexual again, I’d be jerking off to memories of tonight for years. My breathing slowed, and I realized he must have been waiting for me to return the favor. His cock was at eye level, bouncing with every heartbeat. “You’re worked up,” I said.Way to sound like an idiot.