Page 25 of Reckless Hearts
It turns out Aladdin is a much better costume choice for hooking up. I simply have to tug at the elastic waistband and his trousers come down. Underneath, he’s not wearing boxers but satiny briefs that are so hot I can’t help but put my lips against his erection, mouthing it through the shiny fabric.
Marcus thrusts forward against my mouth. His eyes are closed, his lips slightly parted, and his breathing is heavy.
I fumble for the top of his briefs, liberating his cock.
And now I have the grand prize right in front of me.
For a second, I’m speechless with disbelief.
I can’t believe this is happening. That I’m about to have Marcus Johnson’s cock in my mouth.
Because this is every fantasy of mine come true.
I don’t have much experience with oral, and I want to blow his mind. I want to make him remember this. Of all the guys who’ve ever sucked his cock, I want him to rememberme.
So after sending out a prayer that I’ve been naturally blessed with a superpower in this, I lean forward and brush my lips against the head of his cock. It’s smooth and perfect. I take a deep breath and slowly, gently take him into my mouth.
Marcus makes a quiet, soft moan, and I take that as encouragement. I slide my lips up and down his shaft gently, my tongue tracing the curve and the ridge of his head.
“Feels good,” he whispers, and I practically levitate in happiness.
I try to remember the technique he used on me, applying the logic that if he did it to me, it’s probably something he enjoys himself.
And it appears Marcus isn’t going to comment on me violating his copyright on his moves.
His breathing gets heavier, and his hips begin to move in time with my mouth. I reach up to his hips, gently guiding him to thrust as I continue to work him over.
“Holy fuck, you’re good at this,” he mutters, clutching my hair for support.
The effect of his praise, the feel of his fingers in my hair, and the head of his cock swelling in my mouth has my own cock throbbing like it’s attempting to break some kind of world record for pulsation. I’m so close.
I’m the one fumbling with my robes now, managing to get my hand on my own cock.
It only takes two strokes, and then I’m coming, pleasure shooting through me.
But I don’t want to focus on my own orgasm. I try instead to keep my attention on Marcus, taking him deeper into my throat.
He starts to thrust more recklessly now, his hips bucking, and he groans loudly, his cock twitching in my mouth as he comes. I swallow instinctively, choking slightly at the bitter taste.
But who cares? I got to taste Marcus Johnson!
If there’s a Richter scale for personal achievements, this will definitely register as a major seismic event.
I slowly pull away, sneaking one last kiss on the tip of his cock before I completely withdraw.
Then I glance up at him.
For a second, I feel almost hypnotized by his beauty. Marcus with his lips slightly parted, chest heaving as he gazes down at me.
I did this.
I gave this beautiful and charming man pleasure.
I left him breathless.
Marcus reaches down to run his finger along my jaw. His touch is gentle but intentional. Then his fingers curl up to palm my jaw.
I lean into his touch, and for a few heartbeats, we stay like that, Marcus cupping my face, gazing at each other.
