Page 42 of Unexpectedly Wanted
Then, suddenly, he was lying down flat on top of me. His hands were pushing my pants out of the way and my hips jerked up without warning when I felt his wet, hot mouth engulf the head of my cock.
“Shit, Milo. Your mouth feels like a dream,” I told him, forgetting what I was even doing for a moment.
There was a muffled response, which vibrated straight down my dick and tingled my balls. Holy shit. He started sucking my cock, and it wasn’t perfect, but his eagerness and enthusiasm made me feel amazing. It didn’t take him long to find a rhythm. And that rhythm had him gagging on my cock every time he took me in. He didn’t seem bothered by it. And I found it so hot that I was ready to blow.
I needed a distraction.
So I got back to work. This time, I brought my fingers into the mix, easily slipping inside of his relaxed, spit-soaked hole.
He was moaning and riding my face. I was grunting and sweating, doing my best to hold back.
“I don’t want you to stop,” he said as his mouth pulled away from me. “But I also really want to ride your very nice cock.”
Well, fuck me.
I wanted that. I did. I wanted to watch as he took me in and used my cock until pleasure overtook his features. I wanted to be buried deep inside of him when I came. I wanted it so fucking bad.
But…
I didn’t think that I could handle that just yet.
I was already balancing on a razor’s edge here. Feelings were blooming. They were taking root inside of me, and the more of myself that I gave to him, the harder it would be for me to sever those feelings. Maybe sex wasn’t always more than just sex. More than getting off and feeling good. That said, this was more. The way I craved to touch him and make him slow down so he could wring every ounce of enjoyment out of it was enough to tell me that I was too involved already.
Rolling us until we were on our sides, I moved to tongue his sac.
He must have felt my hesitation because he said, “Or is that not something you like?”
“I like the idea, yeah,” I told him. “I want to be buried deep inside you more than you know. But right now, I want to taste you.”
With that, I palmed his cheeks as I sucked his cock into my mouth. I used that hold to keep him still as I moved my mouth up and down his cock, taking a long second to lick the slit and taste his sweet pre-cum. He made some strangled noise as his nails dug into my thigh. Then I felt his mouth on me again.
He began to sync his movements with mine. And when he couldn’t concentrate on that any longer, he brought his hand into the mix. He jerked me off while I fingered his ass. He sucked on my head and I took him into the back of my throat. Our bodies shook and writhed. Limbs seemed to melt into other limbs, and the lines between where he ended and I began started to blur.
Nothing had ever felt this way before.
And when I finally came, emptying my balls into his warm, sweet mouth, I was sure I’d left earth for a moment.
He pulled away from my spent cock and called out my name. It almost sounded pained, but then I felt him swell in my mouth and I knew he was trying to tell me he couldn’t hold back another second. His cum flooded my mouth, and I sucked every last drop as if I couldn’t get enough.
Boneless, we both just went limp right where we were. My head was on his thigh. His other leg was draped over my shoulder. My knee ended locked up under his armpit, and his arm was wrapped around my waist. I was sure that arm would go numb soon since I wasn’t exactly light, and I was crushing it into the mattress. But he didn’t seem to care, and I wasn’t ready to move.
Sticky with sweat and panting like we’d run a marathon, we stayed just like that for a long time.
I didn’t know where his head was at, but I wished I did. Mine was… well, all over the place. I hadn’t regretted it for a single second, but I knew the way I felt, laying here tangled with him, that nothing would be the same for me. It was too late. I was in deep, and I couldn’t even say how it had happened.
“Oh my God,” he practically moaned. “Every part of me feels tingly and useless, like an overcooked spaghetti noodle.”
I let out a laugh at his words. I could say that I’d never thought of the post-orgasm body melt as equating to cooked pasta before, but it did make sense.
I had a feeling I’d be thinking of that every time now.
“I wasn’t able to get you out of your pants all the way,” he said, sounding drunk as his fingers playfully tugged at my pocket.
Again, I was laughing.
“I think I really like you like this,” I told him, then kissed the only thing within reach, which happened to be his ass cheek.
“You just kissed my ass,” he said with a snort. “Kinky. I like it.”
