Page 36 of Dangerous Pursuit
I stretch my arm out and wave it blindly until I reach Xander. I pull him closer, turn us around toward where the vibration seems to be coming from, and push him against a giant, solid surface.
"Whoa," Xander gasps, his voice now vibrating as well. "What's that?"
I put my palm against the surface and recognize it immediately. "The back of a speaker."
"Mmm." There's that vibration in his voice again. "I can dig it."
I smile, even though he can't see it. "Oh, you definitely will."
I put my hand on the middle of his chest, keeping him in place, the vibration rolling through his body and onto my palm, and drop to my knees, gently so that he won't hear me do it.
The gasp of surprise and the full body shudder that runs through him as I lean forward and rub my cheek against his erection are fucking glorious. I need more of it.
"Spread your legs," I say.
"Wha—Ohh."
I do it for him, pushing on the inside of his thighs until he's standing just how I want him to—with his crotch perfectly leveled with my face. I grab both his legs, muscles quivering against my palms, and lean forward, running the tip of my tongue up his shaft, inhaling him, learning his scent. I can't see him. I can barely hear him. Smell and taste are all I have, and fuck if I'm not gonna make the best of the situation.
Reaching for the button of his jeans, I pop it open and pull down his zipper at the same time, my fingers impatient. I then grab his waistband and pull all the layers down to his knees in one go.
The room vibrates stronger with fat, meaty bass, and I know exactly what part of the set list we're currently on. Three more songs to go. Three songs to send Xander to the moon and back. I can't hear his gasps, but I feel him shake, a shiver running through his entire body, one that has nothing to do with the vibration against his back as I grab the base of his cock, keep it angled just how I need it and stick my tongue out.
There's no time. No time for teasing, for games, for letting him adjust.
I lap my tongue all over the head of his cock, learning his taste, so familiar yet unique at the same time.
Xander curses loud enough for me to hear this time and his hand shoots to the back of my neck, fingernails grazing against my skull, reminding me of his fondness for scratching.
Running the flat of my tongue around the underside of his dick, I savor the silky softness of a perfectly positioned vein.
God, I wish I could see him now.
But I can't. All I have is his scent, and his taste, so I spread my lips around the plump head of his cock and swallow him whole in one go, his tip pressing against the back of my throat.
"Oh, fuck," he lets out one of those loud-enough curses and there's this sudden weight on my shoulder as he places his leg there, shifting his angle, silently urging me to take him in even deeper.
I bob my head back and forth, catching a slow and steady pace, taking him in deeper and deeper every time, my throat rebelling, fighting to adjust to the sensation.
The tune changes, filling the room with a different flavor of vibration, that of a ticking clock in audio form. I never thought I'd have to race to get someone off, yet here I am, alternating between hard sucks that hollow my cheeks and sloppy laps of my tongue all over his flesh, all in the effort to bring him there faster.
And I'm loving every second of it.
Both of Xander's hands are on the back of my head now and his hips catch a rhythm of their own, movements shallow, uneven, frantic.
I still my head and let him take charge, let him move me, and thrust into me in every way he pleases while I run my hand up his thigh all the way to his balls and massage his sack gently, twisting the tender skin between my fingers.
My eyes water, a single tear running down my cheek as Xander thrusts into my mouth, poking the back of my throat with his cock, making me choke and gag around him.
I'll take it. I'll take it all.
This is the first blowjob he's getting from a man, I know that. I also know he probably has countlessotherblowjobs to compare it to, and I'll be damned if I don't make it his favorite one, one he's going to remember for months and years to come.
I suck in my cheeks the best I can, letting him remain in charge. My left hand still fondles his balls while I slide the other one around his hip and onto the firm muscles of his ass. As I inch it forward, kneading his flesh, moving closer and closer to his crack, Xander's movements become hectic, his moans and groans and curses now ripping through the music one after another. Once I reach it, the tip of my index finger slips in and draws the tiniest of circles around his rim.
And that does it as Xander, seemingly trying to crack my skull, buck his hips forward, lodging the head of his cock inside my throat one more time before he freezes, the string of groans that erupts from him mingling perfectly with the heavy, vibrating beat. A delicate, salty taste caresses the back of my tongue as he comes, his dick twitching and jerking inside my mouth.
I hum around his flesh and slowly run my lips back over his shaft and around his now oversensitive head, savoring his taste, his scent and the pleasant weight of his cock against my tongue. For as long as I can.
