Page 12 of Concussion Protocol
With Shane’s legs wrapped tightly around me, I crawl onto the bed and gently drop us down, covering his body with mine. My cock makes a valiant attempt to twitch back to life as I grind myself against Shane’s hardness. He groans against me and writhes against my thigh. I have half a mind to dry hump him until he begs, but I’m too desperate to taste him, to give him the pleasure he gave me.
He said that he was going to show me how he likes to be touched, so I’m assuming that means everything he did to me is something he enjoys.
“I want to make you feel as good as you made me,” I murmur against his neck as I kiss a path away from his mouth. “I want to make it so good for you, baby.”
CHAPTER 3
SHANE
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Jon purrs against my hip as his hands push up under the back of my underwear to grip my ass. He kneads the skin, licking across the waistband of my briefs.
For a straight guy, Jon seems to have no hesitation about me making him come. He even took my finger like a champ, and I wanted so desperately to give him more. It was all over too quickly.
If he gets too close to my cock and is no longer into this, that’s okay. It’s happened before, in the past, when I’ve screwed around with guys who were curious. When it came to getting them off, they were fine, but reciprocating was too much for them.
I sucked Jon’s cock because I wanted to. Because I wanted to taste him. Because Icravedit. It wasn’t about what I could get back from him.
My briefs are pulled slowly down my thighs, and I hear Jon’s soft intake of breath. I push up on my elbows to look down at him and watch as he examines my jutting cock. I’m nowhere near as big as he is, but I’m fully erect and reveling in his attention. Jon’seyes trace the drops of pre-cum that are rolling down my shaft. He stares at me for so long, I worry he’s having second thoughts.
“You don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for,” I tell him gently, running my hand through his short-cropped hair. I want him to know I’m serious. “You don’t owe me anything. I liked sucking your cock.”
I watch a visible shudder move through his body and land at his cock, which twitches. He’s half hard already, which is a pretty impressive turnaround time. Hell, if he doesn’t feel up to this, maybe he’ll let me show him the joys of frotting. The idea of his big hand wrapped around both of us, my cock rubbing against his as he jerks us both until I’m covered in his hot, sticky mess, has my tip leaking profusely.
“You’re so wet for me.” The words are mumbled so quietly, I’m not sure they were even meant for my ears.
Then he dips down and licks me from root to tip. I moan at the hot, wet pressure of the flat of his tongue laving over my cock. He groans, and I can feel it in my toes when he wraps his lips around my head and slowly takes my cock into his mouth. He doesn’t try deep throating me, but that’s okay. It’s an acquired skill.
Jon’s hands grip my ass, squeezing and spreading my cheeks as he works my cock to the best of his ability. His mouth is so hot, and I’m practically foaming at the mouth just watching him suck me.
“So good,” I moan and widen my thighs when he pushes his wide shoulders under my legs. My ass lifts off the bed, and he’s holding me like a dish of his favorite food. His mouth works me over so enthusiastically, I can’t hold back my whimpers and cries for more.
Jon goes too deep and makes himself gag, then pulls off so he can take a few deep breaths.
“Is this okay?” He asks, and the mix of lust and vulnerability in his expression is heady. “You’ll tell me if I do something wrong?”
“There’s nothing you could do that wouldn’t feel good, Jon. You’re doing so good. I’m so close. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you should probably stop,” I say with a small laugh.
“I want it. I want to drink you down like you did me. I want to taste you.”
He looks down at my spread legs, my ass propped up on his big thighs. His hands move to the backs of my thighs, and he nearly bends me in half to see me better. I know what he’s looking at, and it has me so needy, I’m dripping a pool of pre-cum onto my stomach while my ass clenches on air.
“Fuuuuck, you’re so pretty here, baby,” he moans, using his thumbs to spread me open. “I want to taste all of you.”
My gasp of surprise is followed by a garbled moan as Jon presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to my hole. His tongue teases my rim, and when I cry out, it encourages him farther. He licks and sucks me until my hole is soft enough for his tongue to push inside.
God damn, for a straight boy, he’s rocking my world right now. He’s so fucking into it, and his enthusiasm makes it even hotter. I’m rocking my hips against him, fucking myself on his tongue.
More. I need more.
“Fingers,” I beg. “Please, Jon. I need to feel you inside me.”
While this is certainly not what I intended when I dropped to my knees in the kitchen, I’m desperate for whatever he’ll give me. His tongue, his fingers, his cock. Oh, god, I want to be fucked into the mattress by this big, gentle giant. I want him to split me in two and fuck me so good, I’ll be ruined for the next fucking rugby player that walks my way.
Jon sits up and wets his fingers like I did before. He keeps his eyes on mine as he pushes one in. There isn’t much finesse, but it’s not my first rodeo.
“More,” I tell him.
I hiss as he adds a second thick finger, and the stretch is so good, I want to hurry him into a third.
