Page 47 of Dangerous Pursuit
It's only now that I realize my eyes have fallen closed, as if trying to protect me from seeing my predicament as too real. But the way my cock leaks when I take another lungful of Liam's very personal, very manly scent makes it clear whatever defense mechanisms might have served me in the past, I no longer need them. And with that thought in mind, I take a couple of grounding breaths and open my eyes.
"Fuck," I mutter to myself.
Who would have thought that out of all the things I've grown to enjoy in life, a cock would take the pie?
My fingers are remarkably steady as I reach out and wrap them around Liam's shaft. We both gasp. My grip is firm, but gentle and I barely make any motions, learning, memorizing every small vein bulging beneath the velvety skin. My mouth runs dry and I can feel my resolve slipping from me with each passing second. I need to act and I need to act now if I want… Actually, I'm not yet sure what I want. Or maybe I'm just too chicken shit to admit it, even to myself, or maybe, just fucking maybe, all the jumbled thoughts in my brain are making me insane and I need—
And suddenly, all of my thoughts cease as my body saves me from my own mind and I find myself leaning down, stickingmy tongue out, bringing it to Liam's balls, where I give his sack a prolonged, sloppy lick, messy enough to make the part of me that was still questioning shut up once and for all.
Because I no longer think I'm straight.
Because straight guys don't suck on other men's sacs. Straight guys don't tighten their grips on other men's cocks and jerk them. Straight guys don't pepper other men's groins with tiny kisses. And I feel sorry for them.
I graze the tip of my nose along Liam's shaft again, only this time, my tongue joins in on the journey.
The second I taste him, I'm hooked.
My eyes are closed again as I open my mouth, wider than I imagined I'd need to, and wrap my lips around the head of Liam's cock, a drop of pre-cum rolling down the tip and onto my tongue.
Liam puts one hand on the back of my head and threads his fingers through my hair, but doesn't direct it, massaging my skull instead and keeping me grounded. My entire groin tingles like a motherfucker, craving attention, and I'm about to go crazy as I widen my mouth even more and move my head forward, taking more of Liam's cock inside, slowly testing and tasting each and every millimeter.
Fuck, he feels good on my tongue, his weight, his shape designed for my mouth.
Liam twists his fingers in my hair, tugging and pulling, and when he lets out a grunt, deep and throaty, with the entirety of his dick lodged firmly in my mouth, I wrap my fingers around the root of his cock, and sneak my other hand down, pressing it against my own erection, giving myself a few strokes over my clothes.
Liam's cock twitches inside my mouth when I moan around it, and even though I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing, I move my head a few inches back, my lips sliding along his shaft before I take him in again. I go too far, and the tip of Liam's cock presses against the back of my throat, causing it to constrict. I jerk back a bit, but don't let Liam's cock slip out of my mouth entirely, coughing around it. And what I thought would be a turnoff proves to be the opposite, as Liam growls and then says, "Jesus, Xander. Keep going."
I open my eyes and my arousal triples. Liam's eyes are focused, intense as he looks to where the root of his cock disappears inside my mouth and his jaw is clenched tight, like he's exerting himself to keep his body in check. And now I have a new goal—to make him lose it.
The second my throat settles, I bob my head again, taking him in as much as I can without going overboard. I practice the movement once, twice, three times before adding a sucking motion on every ascent, while my other hand works my own cock in rhythm with my mouth. I want to feel what he feels.
It's all chaotic; there's a lot of moving parts and it takes me a moment, but I finally get a grip on what I'm doing, a semblance of agency and I catch a steady rhythm, interrupted only by a thought reappearing in my brain every couple of seconds—I'm sucking a dick. And I think I like it.
The next time I look at Liam, I can finallyreallysee him.
He's struggling.
Every time I lower my head, every time I lap my tongue around his cockhead, every time I lick his slit, every time I jerk his base, Liam shivers. His neck is stretched and his nostrils flare, like he's fighting to maintain composure, and I wonder…
Wait. Maybe I don't have to wonder. Maybe I can justdoand see what happens.
And before I can talk myself out of it, I open my mouth wider and back my head so that only the head of Liam’s cock rests on my tongue.
The glimmer in Liam's eyes is apparent once he understands my silent request.
He swallows hard and moves his hands to either side of my head. I cup his balls with my free hand and tighten my grip on myself with the other, looking him straight in the eye as I moan around him, urging him to move. He does, and the first time he sways his hips, pushing his cock just an inch deeper inside my mouth before withdrawing again has my balls tingling and I have to give myself a painful squeeze to hold back my rapidly approaching orgasm.
Liam does that a couple more times, as if testing the waters, before he takes a sharp inhale and starts rolling his hips, fucking my mouth, pushing in deep enough to cut my breath, but not deep enough to make me gag.
"God," Liam breathes out, his head tilted to the side, and looks straight into my now-teary eyes.
His thrusts are faster now. Shallower. I suck in my cheeks and push my tongue up against the thick vein on the underside of his cock, hoping he'll like what I like. The groan Liam offers all but confirms it, and when I deliberately constrict my throat around the head of his cock, Liam's grip on my head tightens, keeping it in place, and he starts pumping into me with new, but calculated vigor. It's almost as if I'm floating somewhere outside my body, watching the scene, etching it into my memory as Liam's thighs begin to shake and his moves become less steady, and then frantic as he begins to lose control.
I'm getting off on his arousal, struggling to swallow with Liam's cock invading my throat over and over. But just when I rid myself of all the pre-cum and saliva, and get ready for what's about to come, Liam lets out three sharp grunts, pumps into my mouth three more times, and before I know what's happening, he slides his cock out of my mouth, drops to his knees and launches forward, his tongue replacing his cock inside my mouth.
Liam's personal taste mingles with the ones already coating my tongue. A fleeting thought passes through my mind that maybe Liam doesn't want to taste himself, that he'll find it repulsive. But then he lets out a deep moan, his throat vibrating against mine as he kisses me deeper, and all of my doubts fade away.
"You didn't let me finish," I say when he breaks the kiss, both of us gasping for air.
