“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to come here.” I twist my hands.
“Why would you think that?” He walks over to me. I shrug and look down at the floor, but he puts his hand under my chin and guides my head up to look at him. He bends down and places a soft kiss on my lips. My stomach settles and I take a deep breath.
“I thought you might have regretted last night.”
“Never,” he says and pulls me closer, wrapping an arm round my back. I reach out and grasp his hips and tip my head up for a longer, deeper kiss.
“How are you?”
“A little sore,” I say, giving a small wiggle so he knows what I’m referring to.
“I’m sorry.” He cups my face and looks into my eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“It’s fine. It’s not bad, just more like I’m aware of it.”
“It’ll be better next time,” he whispers, running his thumb over my bottom lip.
“There’ll be a next time?” I give him a hopeful smile.
“There will, but not tonight.” He kisses me again. It’s definitely something I could get used to, kissing Johnny.
“That’s good, because I have something else in mind,” I say when he pulls back.
“Do you?” He tilts his head and cocks an eyebrow at me. I chew my lip for a couple of seconds and then blurt it out.
“I wanna suck you off.”
He gives me a cocky little smirk. “You do, do you?”
“Yeah, I mean I want to give it a go. I’ve never done it before, so I’m not sure if I’ll be any good, but I want to try.”
He silences me with, “Okay,” as his lips meet mine for another lingering kiss.
“Let me put some music on.” He releases me and walks to his record player, loading several discs on the spindle.
I hover in the middle of the room, nervous but excited, then he turns round and beckons me over. He catches me round the waist and snakes his hips, and I can’t help but move with him. As we move I unbutton his shirt, kissing each part of his chest as it’s slowly revealed. I lick across his nipple, feeling the hard nub with my tongue. I flick it and hear a sharp intake of breath. I smile to myself at his response, and kiss across his chest to do the same to the other side.
I work my way down his abs and kneel down in front of him, then I slowly undo his trousers and pull them down along with his boxer briefs. Wow, I’ve never had my face this close to another bloke’s cock before. Hell, I’ve never had my face this close to my own cock since I can’t bend myself in half. I thought it was impressive yesterday, but this close it’s amazing. I look up at Johnny and he’s gazing down at me, his hair falling over his face, his dark eyes swirling. He gives me an encouraging nod and I turn my attention back to his dick. I lick it from bottom to tip, feeling the veins with my tongue before running it over the slit tasting his stickiness. It’s not unpleasant, not at all. In fact, I like it. I wrap my lips round the head and take in as much as I can, then I wrap my hand around the base and go to work on sucking and slurping as hard as I can. I don’t think I have much technique, but I’m going to give it everything I’ve got. Getting used to the feel of it hitting the back of my mouth, I relax and find I can go deeper. I start to work my tongue underneath the head as I bob up and down, drooling a little but not caring in the slightest. I can hear Johnny’s breathing speed up until he’s nearly panting. A couple of times he thrusts his hips forward and I nearly choke, but each time he stops as if he’s regained some sort of self-control. I don’t want him to. I want him to lose it, so I take him deeper, harder, and apply more pressure until he’s moaning with every bob of my head. His hands twistinto my hair, at first stroking, but then he holds my head, and I can’t move as he thrusts into my mouth once, twice. I almost can’t breathe, and then hot cum fills my mouth. His breathing is ragged as he withdraws his cock from my mouth. I swallow his cum and work my jaw a little as it’s a little stiff. Still holding onto my head, he guides me up off my knees until I’m standing in front of him. Then he kisses me, deeply and tenderly. When he finally releases me his eyes are shining, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.
“Was I good?” I ask, as we lie on his bed and I rest my head against his chest with his arm around me.
“I came, didn’t I?” he replies, which is not really an answer so I push him a little.
“I know I have a lot to learn. I bet you’ve had fantastic blow jobs.”
“What is this?” He frowns at me, but now I’ve started I can’t stop.
“Have you been with lots of people, men and women?”
He disengages his arm and gets up off the bed, which tells me enough. He’s a few years older than me, stunningly handsome, and he’s lived, he’s been places.
“I understand,” I say, and he spins round with an almost furious look on his face.
“They offer me things—money, jewellery, watches. Always the women. They’re wealthy, and I’ve got to eat.”
“I get it, you use them. It’s fine.”
His expression darkens into something bleaker.