Page 84 of Shades of Henry
“Henry?”
Henry sank to a crouch in front of him and nuzzled his upper thigh. “Mm….” He stuck out a treacherous tongue, licking the crease between his thigh and his groin, and Lance spread his stance, bending his knees a little, giving him better access. Gently—so gently—Henry took Lance’s testicles into his mouth, plying them with his tongue, rolling them like precious things, and Lance put his hands on the counter to support his weight.
“Henry, maybe a be-ed?”
Henry opened his mouth and took the balls in his palm, where he treated them like finest porcelain, while his hand moved up to Lance’s cock.
“I have not tasted this yet,” Henry said deliberately, sticking out that pink tongue again. He touched the end, swollen, getting bigger, and dabbed a little at the pee-slit, just enough that Lance knew he was there.
“You’re not tasting it now!” he complained, and Henry’s throaty chuckle almost sent him down to the kitchen floor.
“Give me some time to savor it,” he stalled, licking Lance’s head again.
Oh wow. Henry was right. He was amazing at giving blowjobs, and Lance had sworn not to invoke the evil ex’s name ever again during the late night, but that asshole hadn’t known a good thing when it had licked him on the penis. Henry licked around the bell, sucking the head lightly into his mouth, plying his tongue with teasing little flicks before releasing it again. Lance caught his breath and gripped the counter harder, because oh my God, he wasn’t going to make it long if Henry kept doing that.
Right when he’d moved one hand to the back of Henry’s head, to beg for pressure, for grip, Henry engulfed his prick in one long, smooth move, all the way to the root.
Lance used his hand to moan into, because wow. Just… wow. Henry dropped Lance’s balls with enough “plop” to make them ache pleasantly and used his hand to grip Lance’s cock, his stroke firm and sure while he kept using his mouth, his magical mouth, to titillate, to tease. Lance’s eyes rolled back in his head and his knees shook—oh, man, this was amazing. This wastremendous.Lance, who had been getting professional-quality blowjobs for nearly three years could safely say this was the best blowjob he’d ever had.
It was too good. “Henry,” he begged, massaging Henry’s scalp with his fingertips. “God, please. I’m going to co—” Henry flicked Lance right behind his balls, right at his taint, and sucked and swirled all at the same time.
Lance’s fingers tightened in Henry’s hair, and he bit the palm of his hand as he climaxed, his entire body threatening to crumble from the one orgasm.
It almost wasn’t fair.
“C’mere,” he croaked. “Let me kiss you.”
Henry swallowed on his way up and then went to wipe his mouth with his sleeve, and Lance could read the work of Henry’s ex-monster all over that semi-ashamed gesture, but he refused to invoke him.
“Let me taste myself on you,” Lance clarified, licking at his lips, at his chin, at the trickles down his neck. “Let me lick my come off your mouth.” He took Henry’s lips in an all-out mauling, a possession that allowed him to suck, to swab, any last traces of come from Henry’s mouth. He pulled back after the last touch of sweetness and kissed him almost chastely on the corner of his lips. “You have a filthy mouth, Henry Worrall. Let me clean it for you.”
He kissed Henry again, sliding his hand down to the front of Henry’s cargo shorts and finding his erection strong and hard, thrusting against his briefs. He kneaded, and ran his lips down the side of Henry’s neck.
“Did you get your results yet?”
Henry had gone in Saturday for a blood test, and the results were supposed to be up on the website today.
“Negative,” Henry said, thrusting against his hand.
“Good. Because I’m going to drink you all up.”
Now it was Lance’s turn to sink to a crouch before Henry, but Lance wasn’t going to play coy. Hard and fast, without mercy, he stripped Henry’s shorts until they fell to the floor, and took that amazing cock in his hand. Henry was porn length, and thick, with no foreskin, but an aggressively wide head.
Wrapping his lips around Henry’s cock was almost decadent, and allowing his tongue to swirl around it, tasting him, was better than dessert.
Lance knew tricks too, knew about twisting his grip, about teasing Henry’s taint, about digging into the pee-slit with his tongue. He’d used these tricks without shame in his videos, and now he used them without hesitation to bring Henry to an abrupt and startling edge.
“Lance?” Henry asked, his hands shaking in Lance’s hair.
“You ready, Henry? Because I want your come down my throat.”
Ah! The seductive power of words. Lance pulled Henry into his mouth again and was flooded, Henry’s come overwhelming his senses, pumping mightily down his throat as he swallowed.
He kept just a tiny bit in his mouth, though, so when Henry tugged him up, pulled him into a kiss, he had some taste to share. He knew he’d done right when Henry sucked on his tongue and moaned, wanting more.
“We have all night,” he whispered in Henry’s ear.
“You have work tomorrow,” Henry whispered back, and Lance whimpered softly.
