Page 121 of Strange Lad

“That was my intention,” I say through gritted teeth while I soap up my balls.

“You’re so hard.” The little gasp at the end does nothing to stifle my need for him. Like my dick heard him comment on it, it flexes and leaks. The foreskin squeezing the life out of my cockhead is just as sensitive as everything else. “Do you want me to touch you? I totally will.”

I haven’t had sex in so long that I’ll probably nut the minute my dick touches his ass. A preemptive orgasm might be a good thing. Hurrying to wash my pits and ass, I make quick work of it, rinsing my body and the soap at the same time. When I set the soap down on the caddy, I reach my hand out for him. He comes instantly, slotting our fingers together and puckering his lips. I capture them, letting him taste his flavor coating mine.

“This is fucking filthy,” he comments, swiping his tongue over my top lip. “I love it.”

I chuckle, grabbing his hips. “But we’re so clean.”

“You know what I mean,” he says through a faux-scoff.

“I want you to touch me, baby. But…” Ground rules. I need to be honest with him and me. Despite my progress with intimacy, I know there are places I can’t tolerate being touched.

Gliding his hands over my chest, he squeezes my pecs. “Tell me what to do. I want to make you feel good.”

I stare down into his pretty brown eyes, the gold in them more prominent after he orgasms. “Anywhere but my ass is the jist of it. And I don’t want to feel restrained at any time.”

He kisses me again. “Tell me.”

I take a glance at the shower, not wanting his first experience to be on his knees, partially drowned. “Dry off and get on the bed.”

His eyes glitter with excitement as he hops out. I chuckle, turn off the shower, and follow him. Hopping on the bed, he quickly dries his crotch and tosses the towel to the floor. I take a littlemore time drying off, confused that my dick hasn’t gone down in the slightest. Not thinking harder about that, I plant my feet at the side of the bed.

“You can touch me, or you can suck me.”

We both look at my dick. Jorge swallows hard. “What if I’m bad at it?”

“Nothing you do will be bad; I can promise you that,” I say with a chuckle.

Determination washes over his features as he wets his lips. Scooting over to the edge of the bed, he throws his legs out, bracketing mine, and gently strokes my legs. Chills erupt over my skin, my cheeks clench, and my stomach tightens. Those dark lashes framing his eyes flutter as he leans forward and presses a kiss to my hip. He does the same to the other side, and I groan, my head tossing back.

“Mystical vapors,” he mumbles against my hip.

“What?”

“Nothing.” And he licks a stripe from the arch of my pelvis straight to my belly button. Those full lips press endless kisses all over my lower stomach—wet, sucking kisses that drive me wild with need.

I’m worried about where to put my hands, so I rest them on his shoulders. Jorge immediately takes one and places it on the back of his head. “Show me, beautiful. Please.”

Fuck.

I guide his head lower, letting him drag out his wonderful torture, and when he gets to my pubes, I grab my cock. “You don’t have to take it all.”

He licks my weeping slit, and I grunt.Hell,that feels too good. “Weird,” he says, tasting it. “I thought it’d be saltier.”

Damn him. The hottest moment of my life, and he makes me laugh. I rub my cockhead over his lips, and he swipes his tongueout again. “You taste good,” he rasps and sucks the whole tip inside.

I choke, my fingers spasming in his curls. “Shit.”

He moans loudly, easing my cock down his throat, and he…doesn’t stop. With wide eyes, I watch him descend on my length, taking inch by inch. When he bottoms out, unfazed, and peeks up at me, my balls draw up, ready to stop the show. “Good god, kitten.” I trace the ring of his lips for a few seconds while he holds his breath. He looks utterly obscene right now. It hits me fast that he’s waiting. “Swallow, baby. Swallow around me.”

His throat flexes, and I choke again.Fuck me.“Just like that,” I rasp, petting his hair.

He does it a few more times, then slowly slides his mouth up. When he sucks on my cockhead, like he’s purposefully trying to milk it, I grip his hair. I’m not going to last. There’s no way in hell.

“Kitten,” I wheeze, tugging enough to get him off my cock. I squeeze the base, trying to stave it off, but he fights me and sucks me right back into his perfect, wet mouth. “I’m going to come.”

His eyes flutter with pleasure, and he grabs the backs of my thighs, urging me forward. “It tastes different,” I warn again.

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