Page 45 of His Greatest Treasure

I was burning hot and I ached with desire. I felt suddenly more alive now than I ever had, certainly more alive than I’d been in three days. Using all my strength, I pushed Alfie back suddenly. I spun us so he was the one pressed against the wall. He was a bit bigger than me, but I managed it.

Once he was there, I went for his flies. My entire focus had narrowed down to one thing and one thing only: his dick.

I wanted the taste of his come in my mouth.

As soon as I got his dick free of his pants, I dropped to my knees and took it into my mouth. The bitter pre-come burst across my tongue and I sucked for all I was worth.

Alfie’s hands were in my long hair, tangled and tugging at me. He made gasping, surprised noises in his throat that somehow were the most erotic sounds I’d ever heard. Alfie didn’t hold anything back from me.

My own dick throbbed in time with my heartbeat, but I didn’t have a spare hand to do anything about it. I was busy with Alfie’s body. This wasmy chance to explore it and he was panting and allowing me access, his eyes wide and his mouth open in a little O of surprise.

He didn’t last long. I’d barely got a rhythm going before Alfie babbled, “Ooh ooh ooh I’m- I’m- I’m—” and then he was coming.

I caught his come on my tongue, rolling his taste around my mouth. I’d known he would taste divine, and I was right. I sucked every drop from him and then looked up at my love as he leaned back against the wooden wall, totally spent.

At last, he swallowed, easing his throat, and then looked down to meet my eyes.

His voice was roughened and there was something growly lurking in it as he asked, “Can I do that to you?”

“You have to ask?”

We swapped places, smiling at each other like loons and somehow it was such a sweet moment that I wanted to preserve it forever.

I stood with my back against the wall, exactly where I’d been before. It was as though I’d shown him how to get what he wanted.

Alfie sank down to his knees and I had to bite back a whimper. He looked so good down there.Alfie had a clean-cut attractiveness that was unspoiled by greed or selfishness. He was pure.

As I looked down into his clear, silver eyes, I suddenly realised: I loved him.

I couldn’t believe I hadn’t articulated that to myself before. It was so obvious. I’d known it in my wick for ages, weeks even, but I’d never thought the word.

Just before I could say it, Alfie tore his eyes from mine. His attention dropped from my face to my dick.

I was okay with that.

It was obvious that my lover had never sucked cock before but he somehow managed to be perfect. First, he licked the head to lap up the big, pearly drop of pre-come. Then he opened his mouth and took me as deep inside as he could.

He tried to take too much and choked, but he didn’t let up. He kept trying, taking me into his mouth and sucking and licking at me. I was going to tell him to take it slow but I only managed to open my mouth and moan at the sensations of him moving against my hard dick.

If Alfie hadn’t lasted long, I went off in a hot second.

I didn’t even get a chance to warn him. My voice had completely vanished and all I was capable of was feeling the heat of Alfie’s mouth and my burning need. I came hard, pulsing into that sweet rosebud mouth and shouting out my release.

When I came down from my orgasm, Alfie’s tongue lapped at my spent dick, making me shudder with pleasure and pain as he teased my over-sensitive flesh.

At last, he stopped, having lapped up every single drop of come. He looked up at me with such wonder in his eyes. And something else. Something else in his eyes that I’d never seen before.

It was a flash of fire. If ever there was something I could recognise, it was fire, and it was there, flickering in the depths of Alfie’s silver irises. For a second, they seemed to glow yellow and gold, but then he blinked and they were back to being silver.

I managed to unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth.

“Do you think you can make it to the chair?”

He turned his head to look at it, and then shrugged ruefully. “Maybe. My legs have gone all wobbly. Did you know you taste amazing? I didn’t think semen would taste like that, but I liked it.You’re very special, you know, Blaze. You’re my- my favourite person.”

He always hesitated when he said that, and I thought I knew why.

He meant it. He really, really meant it. But somehow it was inadequate.

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