Page 11 of Concussion Protocol
His bottom lip disappears between his teeth, and all I can think is that I want to taste that pillowy flesh.
“How about I show you?”
My heart skips a beat and I forget to breathe when Shane lowers himself to his knees. He looks up at me the same way he did yesterday, except this time I don’t have to imagine the heat and want in his dark green eyes. His lips quirk in a barely-there smile, his gaze never leaving mine as he reaches for my waistband. Slowly, he pulls my underwear down my thighs. Once freed, my erection bobs out so enthusiastically that it almost hits my stomach.
Shane’s eyes widen. “Ugh, of course you have a perfect cock.”
I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not, but I can’t be bothered to think past the fact that this is happening. The anticipation of being touched by him builds as Shane lightly drags his fingers up the insides of my thighs and around to my ass. I groan when they faintly trace over my balls, and my cock twitches. Wetness seeps from my slit.
Shane’s hand wraps around the base of my cock and I grunt loudly, nearly bending in half at the jolt of sensation that shootsthrough me. I’m not prepared when his tongue swirls through the pre-cum building on my crown, and I have to reach down and harshly pinch the head of my cock to keep from prematurely rocketing off in Shane’s face.
Shane says nothing and holds still while I gain my composure. I open one tightly clenched eyelid to find him watching me. His dark eyes are twinkling with the realization of just how much he is affecting me.
“Ready?”
I shake my head no, because just the husky tone of his voice has my balls drawing up. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m about to embarrass myself.
“It’s okay to come, Jon. I want it. Feed it to me.”
Fuck.
Shane leans forward and licks over my tip, twisting his tongue around my fingers that are still holding onto my cock. He pushes my fingers back with his lips as they slowly engulf the head of my cock.
I moan loudly when he sucks hard, almost painfully ripping a small spurt of pre-cum from my cock. His answering moan sends vibration up my balls and into the small of my back, where I can feel the tingle of an orgasm building already.
Breathing slowly, I grip the edge of the counter behind me, white knuckling my control as Shane slowly sinks onto my cock inch by inch. The head of my cock touches the soft palate at the back of his throat, and keeps going. He takes me all the way back without gagging, something I’ve never experienced before,and then he swallows. Fucking swallows. His throat contracts around my head, and I swear my knees start shaking.
“Shane,” I warn him, because I can’t hold this off much longer.
He pulls back, hollowing out his cheeks and suctioning up to the tip of my cock again. His mouth feels like goddamned divinity, and the sight of him bobbing on my cock would be enough to make me shoot even if I couldn’t feel every nerve in my body firing.
I widen my stance to keep from falling over, and Shane takes it as an invitation to cup my balls. I rock my hips into the sensation as he spreads the saliva and pre-cum dripping from the sides of his stretched mouth behind my balls.
My body tenses instinctively, and Shane stops. He pulls off my cock and looks up at me with earnestness.
“Is this okay? You can say no,” he assures me breathlessly.
With my heart beating overtime, I widen my stance a little more and roll my hips into Shane’s fist. I’m not entirely sure what I’m asking for, but I have a feeling whatever it is will be good.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he puts his middle finger into his mouth and rolls his tongue around it. I watch with rapt attention, all too aware of what that exact motion feels like on my cock.
Shane takes me in his mouth again, and with one hand on my ass, encourages me to move. I thrust tentatively at first, but the more he moans and pulls me into his throat, the more I let go. It feels so fucking good; I don’t even break my rhythm when I feel his finger rubbing against my hole. If anything, it encourages me to thrust harder. And he takes it.
I’m looking down into his deep green eyes, marveling at the sight of his lips stretched around me as he takes my cock deep and hard the way no one has before. Tears are streaming from his eyes, and a couple of times he makes a sound that is half moan and half gag. It’s driving me wild.
“Fucking hell, Shane. It’s so good. You’re so good, I’ve never had it like this.” I’m absolutely rambling, peppering incoherent sounds and moans between words.
When Shane’s finger sinks inside my ass, the added pressure and foreign stretch make me gasp.
“Oh, fuck! Shane,” I cry out.
His finger presses against some magic button inside me, and I lose it. I shout his name over and over as my cock pulses into the back of his throat. He takes it all, gulping me down, simultaneously milking me with his finger, his tight fist pumping the base of my cock, and the suction of his mouth.
I come so hard my vision darkens at the edges. I sway a little, and Shane releases my cock with a wet popping sound to rush to his feet and steady me. There’s nothing wrong with me other than the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, but I take the opportunity of having him so close to pull him in and crash my mouth to his.
Our tongues brush against each other, and he feeds me the taste of my own release. The salty flavor of my own cum makes me desperate to taste him.
Leaving my underwear on the ground in the kitchen, I lift Shane into my arms, encouraging him to wrap his legs around my waist. His hard cock digs into my stomach, and it spurs me on. Without removing my mouth from his, I walk us through my apartment and to my bedroom.
