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His hardness rubs against mine.
“Fuck,” I groan, my lips on his. “I’ve wanted you so much.”
“Me, too.”
I reach between us and grip his hard dick. “Yes, please. Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, and he slumps against me, shuddering at my touch.
I’ve had sex where the other person was beyond excited to be with me. But it’s rare I return the passion.
With Sam, though, it’s unleashed, out to rule the world. I can’t get enough of him.
Because of that intensity and meaning, this is the hottest sexual experience of my life. And we haven’t even taken our clothes off yet.
With one last kiss, I’m on my knees before him in my entryway. He’s panting, eyes hot.
“Is this okay?” I whisper, tilting my head up to gaze at him through my lashes.
“Y-yes.” He strokes a gentle hand across my cheek.
I bury my nose in the fabric covering his crotch, enjoying his scent and the scrape against my skin.
“Julian,” he says. His voice has gone husky, and Sam—mySam—looks like he’s about to explode.
Together, with fumbling hands, we get his pants undone, divvying up the work. He takes the belt portion while I take care of his button and zipper. I slide his trousers down, along with his boxers.
Finally, I’m face-to-face with his hard dick, which stands straight up. I take a moment to admire it, because he’s a very handsome boy. I grin.
“What?” he asks, seemingly self-conscious. He tilts his head and takes a step backward, but I catch him and look up.
“You are so fucking,fuckinggorgeous.”
Before he can respond, my mouth is on him, because I know this will make him feel incredible. I can’t swallow him whole, but I can get a ways down and then give him a good suck, the way I like it. Wet and no teeth and lots of, well, sucking. Repeatedly. Getting into this rhythm where I take short pulls over and over and over again, lapping up his precome.
He gasps. “Holy shit, Julian.”
I grin around his cock and keep going.
He slumps against the wall as I use one hand to massage his balls.
Ilovedoing this. I love taking care of him.
He puts one hand gently in my hair and caresses my cheek with the other.
“Don’t wanna come in your mouth,” he warns.
I pop off. “It’s okay. I’ve been tested, and I’m negative. You?”
“Negative.” He laughs. “I haven’t had sex in a long time, except with my hand. Too busy.”
“I shall make it my personal responsibility to rectify that.”
Before he can say anything else, I suck him down again, one hand firmly holding the base of his cock, the other pressing behind his balls. Sam makes these sexy noises in the back of his throat, whimpering when I won’t let up until he’s pumping into my mouth, the salty warm release validating me in some way I didn’t know I needed.
Like,fuck yes, I made him come.
When he’s done shivering and groaning, he eyes me, his expression glassy and satiated, and then tackles me to the floor.
I start laughing, but I stop when I feel how thoroughly he’s kissing me. How he’s rushing to get my trousers and boxers off. How when he does, getting his soft, wet dick next to my hard one feels so good.
