Page 213 of Brainwashed
I clasp his right wrist and bring it to my lips, kissing the scars there. “Promise, Want?”
Our eyes lock as I do the same to the scars on his left. “Ipromise, Need.”
My body is quivering all over, heart hurdling inside my ribcage as I work down his chest, licking the scars there too, the ones we made together, before suckling at his nipples. His pecs are so big and firm, soft skin curving over the boulders of his muscles beneath. I can’t even keep myself from just licking everywhere, tasting him while I move down his abs to the outline of his erection pushing through his pants.
Taking his pants down, I keep my eyes with his as I run my lips over the impressive shape of him through his boxer briefs. His eyes fall shut and he exhales, gripping my shoulders while I do it again, licking him through the material.
When I pull them down and slip him into my mouth, I feel him crumbling in an instant.
“Felix…” he pants as I work myself into a trance, sucking him, worshipping him with my lips and my tongue while his fingers tangle in my hair. “Fuck,Felix… that’s so good, gorgeous.”
“Mmm…” My saliva runs down his thick shaft onto his balls and I chase it, licking and sucking at them until he spreads his legs.
Wider. And wider…
Andwider. Then he lifts his hips a little.
I peer up at him with watery eyes and his cock spearing my throat, watching as he chews nervously on his lower lip.
“Lick… lower.” His voice is a jagged plea. “Please.”
His tone, the look on his face, his big, beautiful cock flinching in my mouth…Everythingabout this has me leaking in my pants.
Taking the perfectly plump cheeks of his full ass in my hands, I spread him open and move lower, enough to position myself between his legs and eat. And I do. I fuckingfeaston him.
This is my first time doing this to anyone in a long time. Probably a couple of years at this point. And doing it to Lem is like a dream. He’s so sexy, and his sounds drive me wild. It’s like sensual music to my ears, listening to him panting and purring while he wraps his long, muscular legs around me. I want this to really work for him since he asked me for it, and he’s being so open and vulnerable with me, which is a rarity.
I want to do whatever I can to please him at all costs.
Fluttering my tongue over his tight hole, I kiss and suck with my lips until I feel him relaxing. And I wonder…
Inching my hand up, I tentatively trace his rim with my fingertip. He lets out an anxious, shivery kind of noise, but leans into it. My mind is already running away with me.
He let me touch him there in the shower… And now he wants more.
Does he want to bottom? Does that make any sense??
He’s a straight guy who’s as rigid as can be…
But then, from my own experience, it’s an addicting sort of bliss that anyone could want.
His hand flies suddenly to the nape of my neck, forcing my face deeper as his hips chase my mouth. “That feels…God, so fucking good.”
“Yea?” I ask, sort of into his body with my eyes on his.
He nods fast. “More.”
Okay, he asked for it.Sucking on my finger, I press it into him gently. He’s tense at first, but when I lick around his rim at the same time, he relaxes just enough for the tip to break through.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he grunts.
“Is that okay?”
“Yea…yes… Deeper.”
So I give him more of my finger, working him slow and easy. But to my surprise, his hips are chasing that now, too.
“Lem…” My voice is hoarse as our eyes meet. “Do you… do you want me to…?” His lashes fan over his dark cheeks. “Because I totallywill… But only if you want it.”
