Page 57 of Liam

"Get out," I said, giving Noah and Brody a friendly push out the door.

When we were finally alone, our jovial smiles receded, overtaken by lust-filled stares and slow inhalations and exhalations past parted lips. We'd been building to this for weeks.

"My room?" Jamal didn't need to ask.

"Right behind you." I followed him into his bedroom and closed the door behind us. And locked it. I threw my new toque onto the top of the dresser.

Jamal sat staring up at me. "You unwrap me however you'd like."

I hummed low in my throat. I knew where I wanted to start. Jamal leaned forward as I lifted his shirt off over his head. Then mine. I was going to match every piece of his shed clothing.

I boxed in Jamal's knees. He placed his hands on my bare skin, warm and tentative, and caressed my abs, running over each ripple, then up to my pecs, filling his cupped hands.

"Jeezus, you're gorgeous," he whispered.

I leaned forward, took his chin between my fingers, and lifted his face. "So are you." I kissed him, famished beyond comprehension, before he had a chance to speak further.

I left his lips and kissed along his jawline to his neck. He sighed and arched his back, extending his chest, as he dug his fingers into my biceps. I nuzzled against him, licking and kissing the skin behind his ear, lost in the essence of him. He swallowed as I moved to his throat.

"Fuck." He tipped his head back, his hands on the move until he was clutching my shoulders as I crouched and licked his collar bones from clavicle to shoulders. He moaned, panting when I encouraged him to put his arms over his head. The hair beneath was thick and black.

I ran my nose through it first, my gut quivering as his scent imprinted itself on me. I took my first taste, dragging my tongue through his hair. My stiff cock's aching throb surged.

Jamal's chest pumped up and down faster.

I smiled against his bicep. "Are you okay?"

"Don't stop," he gasped.

"Wouldn't dream of it." I buried my lips and tongue in the offering of texture, taste, and scent under his arm. His hair licked wet, I moved to the other arm. I finished by licking his skin to his elbow and sucking on it. I switched from one to the other. It was an underappreciated erogenous zone, the elbow. He lowered his arms slightly at my urging.

I held each one as I gave my attention to the sensitive strip of soft flesh on the underside of his forearms until I was licking and kissing his wrists where I could feel the pulse beneath my lips.

Face to face with him, I opened my mouth and flattened my tongue. With one hand cupping my jaw, Jamal fed my mouth two of his fingers. I closed my lips over them—and sucked hard as he thrust his fingers in and out of my mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned, my imagination getting ahead of myself. There was so much more to taste before I got to his cock.

He withdrew his fingers, held my face as I opened my eyes, and kissed me once. I leaned further forward and kissed the centre of his chest. His nipples were already hard. I took one into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. Jamal whimpered and dug his hands into my hair. After sweeping through the loosened ends, he pulled the elastic to release my bun.

My fallen hair created a perfect world, shielded, the only thing in it—Jamal. I moved from one nipple to the other, my hands travelling to his hips. With Jamal squirming beneath my touch, I peppered a line with my lips straight to the top of his jeans.

He thrust his hips up. "God, please." He dug his fingers into my hair when I unlatched the button and unzipped his pants. I eased his pants off his hips, ensuring I didn't yank hard on them and have him land on the floor. It wasn't easy. It was slow, driving us both a little crazy.

I drew his jeans down his legs, pooling above his feet. Like the last time I'd seen him undressed, he was wearing colourful underwear. I straightened, kicked off my shoes, and undid my pants. I pushed them down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I was wearing a thong.

"Oh my god." Jamal leaned forward enough to touch my thigh. "Turn around for me."

I changed the direction of my body until my ass was facing him. I took a few steps back until Jamal's legs were protruding between my shins. My cock jumped when he took each of my cheeks in his hands and massaged them. I knew I had a nice round, muscular ass. I closed my eyes and moaned when I felt his lips on one cheek. His hands wrapped around my hips, gripping.

I shuddered as Jamal's tongue travelled up the crease of my ass and he slipped one hand through my legs and cupped my balls. He caressed them gently while his hot breath gustedpast the corded material of the G-string separating my cheeks. He withdrew and patted my ass.

I turned back to face him and removed my underwear, peeling them away. Jamal's eyes grew wide. I was well endowed. Charlie had joked about my monster. He hadn't lied.

Not taking his gaze off my hard dick, Jamal lifted one side of his ass and then the other as I removed his underwear. His cock was a thick chub, not fully erect. Jamal had told me his cock was slow to react. I would take as much time as he needed.

I dispensed with his shoes and pants along with his underwear and arranged my body so I could grasp his shaft, shift the foreskin back, and swipe my tongue across his slit. Unexpectedly, there was no precum despite his arousal. I accepted it as a difference in how his body worked. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead then sucked him into my mouth.

Jamal groaned and lifted my hair away so he could watch.

I employed every cock sucking technique I'd learned over the years until I found one Jamal's cock responded well to. His chub became a long, thick erect dick. He released my hair, clamped onto the armrests of his chair, and thrust his hips, propelling his entire shaft into my mouth.

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