Page 83 of Commitment Issues
“Fuck,” he breathes against my mouth “Jesus, Elliot, I want your mouth on me. Now.”
He’s gasping hard, his face is flushed, his eyes dark, and I swear I’ve never seen him so eaten up and consumed by lust. And it’s me who’s done that to him,me.
Dropping to my knees, I wrench his trunks from his body, freeing his cock, long, thin and angry red. I can feel his heat just a breath away from my face. My mouth waters at the sight of him, his shaft ramrod straight emerging from his blond hair made dark by the water. I take his cock in my hand, feeling its heat and weight, and press it against my cheek. Above me he whimpers and his hands find my hair, fisting and scrunching and pulling, sending a sting racing across my scalp.
Freddie thrusts his demanding hips forward, and I smile as I massage his tight balls.
“Please…” he says, the word little more than a needy whine.
I drag my tongue all the way up his shaft, from the base to the soaking, blood-filled tip, running with precum. He shudders, and more whimpers and whines escape him, their pleading shooting a bolt of heat to my own cock. I lick, and lay a line of sucking kisses all the way along his length, not closing my eyes but watching him, taking in every moment.
With my free hand I reach down into my own trunks. Palming my erection, feeling the heat burn between my legs, I squeeze and rub, my own wetness slicking my hand as, with my other, I take the base of his cock in my grip, and suck him down. Above me, he’s gasping, his cries are gulpy as his hips ram forward, jerky and staccato. And I take him, I take him all, sucking every inch of him, my face pushed into his damp, hot, musky hair.
He tastes good, he tastes so fucking good. My name shudders on his lips. And I love that, I love to hear him moan out my name as he thrashes, as he thrusts deeper and deeper into my mouth. I can take him, I can take everything he gives me, as my name drips from his lips as his juice drips into my mouth.
I’m jacking myself as hard as I’m sucking him, as hard as the grip of his fists in my hair, pulling my face forward into his groin. His scent is intoxicating and heady, drenching all my senses. His cry’s high and feral, and fills the air around us. If anybody exists beyond this small space, I don’t care.
I don’t care because I want them to hear us.
Freddie’s already erratic rhythm grows even more crazy before he stills, suddenly, and swells in my mouth. He’s tumbling over the edge as, with a grunt and a final thrust forward, he empties his balls of their hot, salty semen into my mouth and down my throat and I suck, and I suck, and I suck, draining him of every drop.
My own climax comes on the back of his, pulsing creamy cum over my hand like a river bursting its banks.
Freddie’s hands loosen in my hair, and slip away. My head’s as heavy as a medicine ball, but somehow I lift it and gaze up at him.
His eyes are closed, and he’s panting hard, his mouth agape, damp, and swollen. Slowly, his eyes flutter open and he stares down at me. He looks debauched, undone, and sated. And then he smiles, that small smile that’s part brash and part shy and all Freddie, and which stops my heart every time.
I take his now flaccid cock in my hand, and lick my way around him, cleaning up the last of his release before I kiss the still red tip and tuck him back into his trunks. Pushing myself up to standing, I suck my hand clean of my own release, before I kiss him deep. His arms curl around me, holding me tight as we kiss, and we kiss, and we kiss, slow and leisurely, tasting each other on our tongues.
“Oh God.” He lets his head dip forward and rest against my neck. “If I knew that you having a swimming lesson would have this effect, I’d have booked you in long before now,” he says, laughing lightly he looks up at me and smiles. I kiss him again before I press my forehead to his.
“Thank you,” I say. For what, exactly, I don’t know, but whatever it is, he deserves my thanks and so much more.
Sudden loud voices, in the midst of a heated discussion, crash in upon us. The real world’s back and we’re no longer alone.
“We’ll wait for a bit,” Freddie whispers into my ear, and I nod.
Within a couple of the minutes the men are gone, their voices receding as they head to the pool. We dash to the showers, then hastily dry off and dress as others drift into the changing room before, with a shared glance and a secret smile, we head out.
