Page 22 of Fall of Us
I shouldn’t be this nervous. I’d just had his dick in my mouth for crying out loud. Maybe it was the prospect that we were doing this at the same time? People did this. It wasn’t weird, but my palms grew sweaty the longer I stared at his dick in front of my face.
“Is everything okay?”
I laughed and scooted closer, wrapping my hand around the base of his erection. “It’s fine.”
“Well, don’t laugh at it.”
I couldn’t help the chuckle that still worked its way free of my chest. That chuckle quickly turned to a groan when Andrew grabbed hold of my length and ran his tongue from root to tip.
My brain was back in the game and my lips were back around his head as I sucked him down as far as I could. Andrew’s moan vibrated around my cock as he copied my movements. This was unreal and perfect as we worked in tandem to bring each other to the brink of orgasm.
Like they had a mind of their own, my hands moved and gripped Andrew’s ass, pulling him closer to my face. He doubled down his efforts, sucking me noisily. I wanted to focus on what he was doing to me, but it was hard when I wanted to give him just as much pleasure.
My mouth filled with drool as I continued to suck and lick at him, little bursts of salt melting on my tongue each time he pumped pre-cum into my mouth. I loved this. Wanted to do this all the time.
“Oh, fuck.” Andrew pulled off me for a moment, forehead resting against my thigh as I bobbed faster and faster over his dick. He had to be close if the way his breath panted against me was any indication.
I wanted his cum, wanted him to paint my throat. The taste of him needed to be branded into my memory.
“Coming.” And there it was, an explosion of salt and musk and everything so perfectly Andrew exploded, and I rushed to swallow it all down.
After he was done, Andrew pushed me onto my back once more. The warmth that surrounded my cock was perfection. I wouldn’t last much longer with the way he kept swirling his tongue along the ridge of my head.
On a low groan, I pumped my release into his perfect and waiting mouth.
We collapsed onto the bed, and Andrew pulled me into his chest. I traced lazy patterns across the designs there as he hummed his appreciation.
“Thank you. I needed that and you after the day I had.”
I hummed and kissed one tattoo before responding to him. “Did you have a bad day?”
He sighed heavily. “I almost quit today. People are the worst.”
We lay there in silence for a few moments as I processed what he’d said. Andrew wasn’t a quitter. Things got hard, but he never gave up, so things had to have gotten bad.
I rolled us so that Andrew was under me, and I straddled his lap. He blinked up at me. This was such a comfortable position, and I wanted to give him as much comfort as I could. His hands rested on my thighs as I thought of what to say.
“I’m sorry it was so rough. Never be afraid to tell me if you need me. I’m glad I surprised you.”
Andrew’s hips pushed up. His dick was half hard again, and it nudged the crease of my ass. My eyes widened as a blush raced down my face to my shoulders. I’d thought about fucking with him. Of course I had.
“I like surprises like this. And I’m thankful you came by.”
I rolled off him, because while I had no objection to more sex, we needed to talk about some things before that. I wanted to do everything with him, but I wanted them in a certain way.
“Andrew...”
His eyebrows raised as he rolled to face me. “What is it?”
“Can you come with me tomorrow?” I chewed on my bottom lip as Andrew studied me.
“Where are we going?”
My heart rate picked up and I should be able to talk to him about these things. He’d come with me before because I always wanted to be safe, but I was worried about what he’d think when it came to him.
“I want to go to the clinic. Make sure everything is still all good.”
A smile spread across his face and I instantly felt better. The nerves settled and a different sort of tingle set in. “Yeah? Maybe I can get things checked out as well.”
