Page 49 of Heal
With their bodies so close, it was impossible not to feel each other's heat and hardness. He rotated his hips slightly, causing their cocks to brush against each other. It wasn't enough. He wanted more.
Parson must have felt the same way, because he moved forward, forcing them even closer as he pressed harder against Beau, working his body so they rubbed against each other, drawing out moans and gasps as they searched for what felt best between them.
"I want to taste you." Parson nipped at Beau's ear.
"Oh, God…" Beau could hardly breathe. "Yes."
Parson found his lips again for a long, deep kiss before pulling back and moving to his knees in front of the couch, between Beau's legs. His hands moved up and down his thighs, pressing Beau's legs farther apart as he stared into his eyes. "Tell me what you want."
Beau's cock was like steel. "Your mouth on my cock. I want to feel your mouth on me."
Parson smiled. "Take it out for me." He nodded to Beau's cock.
Beau wasn't prepared for a controlling and demanding Parson, but damn if he didn't love it. He would do anything this man told him to do. He loved being at Parson's mercy, begging him for what he needed.
He quickly worked his pants open and pulled his cock free. He gripped it tightly at the base, his eyes never leaving Parson's.
"Stroke yourself," Parson commanded.
Beau's cock ached as he started to move his hand up and down the shaft. Having Parson's gaze follow his hand's movements was a complete turn-on. His fist tightened even more as he wrapped it around the head, then slid it back down to where his fingers nearly grazed his balls. His eyes closed in pleasure and his breathing became unsteady.
"Open those eyes. I want you to watch me watching you. When I do take you in my mouth, I want you to watch me swallow you. Watch as your cock disappears into my throat. I want you to see and feel your release and how I swallow everything you've got to give me."
"Fuck, Par, please." Beau's cock dripped precum as he continued to work his fist over it.
"You want these lips wrapped around your cock?" Parson reached out and took the base of Beau's cock in his hand.
"Yes. Please." Beau stared down at Parson's pale hand around his cock. His skin was soft, warm, but it wasn't what he needed. He wanted moist, wet, firm lips. "Please suck my cock." Beau had never talked dirty, never played around with submission or dominance, but Parson made him want to. He wanted to beg, wanted to submit, wanted to give Parson all the power.
"Since you asked so nicely." Parson bent forward, wrapping his lips around the head of Beau's length and twirled his tongue around the tip before sliding his mouth down.
"Fuck, yes." Beau tangled his fingers in the back of Parson's hair, not forcing or pushing him in any way, just feeling, needing to touch him as he watched his cock disappear between Parson's lips and down his throat.
Parson didn't play around. He deep throated Beau instantly, taking all of him into his throat and swallowing around him, then rising back up, only to do it again. His mouth was magical, working his cock in ways that no man ever had. Even in his wildest fantasies, it had never felt this good.
Beau grunted, trying not to lift his hips, trying hard to stay still when all he wanted to do was grip the back of Parson's head and hold him there as he powerfucked his mouth until he came.
He'd never felt such need, desire. Everything was intensified with Parson. It didn't matter if it was a hug, a kiss, or now a blow job, it was so much more than he'd ever shared with any other person.
Parson's eyes stayed open, watching Beau as he continued to suck. His fingers curled around Beau's balls, teasing them, but it was his mouth that was bringing Beau so much pleasure that he wasn't sure he could control himself.
"I'm gonna…" He remembered Parson saying he wanted him to watch him swallow and that was the final straw. His body seized, his breath paused, his cock pulsed, and he shot everything he had deep into Parson's mouth, watching, just like he'd been told to as Parson swallowed it all before licking him clean and releasing him.
"Holy shit." Beau could barely think straight.
Parson smiled.
"You're amazing." Beau leaned forward, kissing Parson, tasting himself off his tongue. He slid his hand between them, cupping Parson's bulge in his palm. "My turn to return the favor."
Parson shook his head. "I want to jack off and come on your lips if you'll let me."
Surprised by the request, but more than happy to do whatever Parson wanted, Beau nodded. "I'd love that."
"Honest, because if it's an issue—"
"Parson, you've made me desire things tonight I never thought I'd want just by the way you've talked to me. You've turned me on unlike anyone else ever has. If this is what you want, then I'm happy to do it. How do you want me?"
"Lay down on the floor."
