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“I want to make you come this time,” he said and really, I had no intention of stopping it this time, but now that he’d said that, I’d just have to bend over backward to give it to him however he wanted.
“Yeah?”
He nodded eagerly.
“What do you want to do?”
“Suck you,” he whispered. Like it was something he shouldn’t want. This was still new to him, I reminded myself, and lifted my hand from where it was rubbing his cock languidly, to slide it against the back of his neck, comforting and commanding at once. His eyes fluttered shut.
“Now?” I asked.
His gaze shot open and he glanced around at the road. We were at a stop sign heading through Gaynor Village. The area was relatively quiet and Gaynor Heights would be even more so once we got into my neighborhood. But I didn’t want to force him; I’d just thought that was what he wanted and I wasn’t about to argue with that.
I opened my mouth to tell him it could wait, but suddenly, he was diving down, pressing his face into my lap.
I gasped, reaching down and sliding the seat back far enough that I could still drive as he promptly unzipped me and pulled my throbbing cock free.
His hand was loose and confident around my base, but he didn’t move for a moment.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
If he was self-conscious, there was no need. I was already in danger of precome leaking and he was barely touching me. The lead-up had been too much. Then again, I could barely even remember the first time I’d sucked cock. High school had been a bit of a whirlwind for me, but I’d known I was gay, had seen plenty of porn, had time to imagine it.
“Kiss my tip,” I ordered.
Jaime sagged with relief and his gorgeous full lips pressed to my tip, kissing it chastely, almost shyly for a second before he warmed up.
When he added his tongue in, my eyelids nearly fluttered shut.
I had to remind myself that I was still driving, forcing my eyes on the road and concentrating on that. It helped to not completely lose it when he started to experiment more, pressing the tip of his tongue against the slit and sucking the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
Thankfully, we were so close to my home that I was pulling in before he decided to try to suck me down any further.
He didn’t seem to notice that we’d stopped, and I didn’t bother telling him because my brain promptly turned to mush. In the dark of the car, with the soft sounds of his lips and tongue on my flesh, all I could do was lean back and luxuriate in the sensations until I needed more.
“Okay, slide it all the way in,” I whispered. “And suck.”
He did at once, taking me deeper than he could and choking a little before he drew back to a more comfortable position.
He sucked hard, lips pressed around me tightly and my eyes rolled, a hand tangling into his long hair, gripping him and holding him in place.
“Up,” I groaned, pulling him close to the tip. “Keep sucking baby.”
He moaned in response, letting me direct his head up and down slowly. When he choked again, I released him, letting him up for air. He only took a moment, barely lifting to gulp in air before diving back down and sucking me eagerly back into his wet heat.
“Use your tongue too,” I grit out.
He did at once, tonguing my shaft while he bobbed, lips closed tightly around me.
It took everything in me not to thrust up. But I didn’t need to. He was doing a good job. It felt amazing.
“I'm going to come soon,” I said, stroking the nape of his neck.
He groaned in eager anticipation.
I reached for his lap, feeling his hard cock again. The front of his pants were wet now and when I squeezed, he bucked, gasping.
Immediately, he sucked my cock down again with renewed vigor, moaning even more loudly.
