Page 31 of Fixate
When I finished, I eased myself between his legs. “Can you spread your knees a bit? I want to lay down while I continue.”
The question was vulnerable for both of us. Me because I was asking him to give me more time and more space to check himout. Him because the position I asked for would expose all of him.
I couldn’t deny I really liked the idea of it.
Pharrell bent his knees, then fanned them out to the side. I’d have to make a comment later on his flexibility. Then again, you didn’t have a build like his without putting in the work. The man was clearly spending time in the gym.
“Have at it,” he said, acting as if he wasn’t bothered by his widespread form.
Not one to question a gift, I dropped onto my stomach. Inching forward, I move until I’m right over his length. I push my tongue out, then swipe from the base up to the tip.
Having had my fair share of blowjobs, I know what feels good. While I’d love to be a pro and blow his mind — no pun intended — I don’t have the experience yet. Plus, I think there’s something to be said for the slow, steady buildup we’ve got going.
Every second of this exploration has built up my desire tenfold. My cock is pressing into the mattress, leaking profusely while asking me “motherfucker are we going to get some attention?”
The man above me groaned at the first swipe. The second and third have his legs shaking. I had to prop up on my elbows to ensure I reach every long, tempting inch.
“Are you ok?” I asked, my voice laced with false concern.
His blazing gaze met mine. “I’m tortured, mon chou. Utterly destroyed at the sweet way you’ve taken your time with me. I don’t know whether I want to spank that bratty ass of yours or let you continue to have your way with me.”
“I vote for number two. The spanking is a maybe. But later though.”
He started to speak again, but I cut him off by finally surrounding the crown of his cock with my mouth. My eyesfluttered closed at the first taste of his precum. It’s salty, though not in a bad way. More in a ‘this is new to me’ kind of way. Or maybe a ‘holy shit, I’m really doing this’ kind of way that’s distracting enough for me not to overthink it.
As I eased my mouth down as far as I felt comfortable, I gave myself permission to let go. I wasn’t Ricardo, the mafia don’s right-hand man. I wasn’t Ricardo, the straight man questioning his identity.
I was just me.
A man giving another pleasure. And from the sounds he made, I wasn’t doing too bad of a job.
Curiosity had me pulling back though. If this was the only time we were doing this, I needed to go further than I had. Needed to see all of him.
I leaned on one arm, then used the now free hand to reach out for his balls. Cupping them, I rubbed over the smooth skin there. Knowing how much I enjoyed when a partner sucked on mine, I wrapped one in the warmth of my mouth.
It was… Different. Not my favorite feeling in the world, though not the worst.
Pharrell’s reactions made it more enjoyable though. He’d lost his ability to remain completely still. It was like he was buzzing with a need to take over. I could feel the tight way he held back though.
I repeated the move on the other side before going back to his cock. This time, I was a bit more eager. My own body was keyed up and wanting to come.
Could I bust without being touched? I knew it was a thing for some guys. It had never been for me.
Yet I felt so close to the edge. Like I was barely hanging on.
My movements got sloppier the closer I got. Pharrell picked up on the problem when I let out a desperate whine.
“Mon chou,” he murmured. “Do you need me to help you? I will be gentle. I promise.”
I didn’t want to let him go, so I nodded around a mouthful of him. In the next second, his hands were in my hair, holding me steady, and guiding me in a better pace.
“That’s it. Such a good boy, taking care of me. Fuck! I could live in this mouth of yours. So perfect and eager. Like you’ll die if you don’t get to swallow me down.”
Each word brought me closer to the edge. I was seconds away from coming, my body taut as ever. And still, I hadn’t reached down to touch myself. I could have. It was easy enough to reach down and stroke myself a couple of times.
But I was curious.
Clearly so.
