Page 80 of Take My Breath Away
Pulling down his pants, I free his cock. Flushed and pulsing with a long fat vein running along the underside, James is fucking glorious. Precum beads from his slit, salty and juicy, and I lick my lips. I’m scant inches from him, and I suck in a deep, shuddering breath, saturating myself in his arousal. It’s heady and overpowering and as I lean into him he snaps his hips suddenly, slapping his burning cock against my face. I gasp and look up.
He’s staring down at me, his eyes darker, heavier, hotter than I’ve seen before. Without breaking the contact, I take him in my hand and drag his cock over my cheek, over the light scruff that’s pushing through. He hisses and his legs tremble, his whole body trembles, as I drag his cock backwards and forwards across my stubble.
James is breathing fast and jagged as his hips roll forward and back. I spit on my palm and wrap my hand around him, making a tunnel of my fist. On a ragged groan, he fucks into my hand. I tighten my grip, just a little, as I match him thrust for thrust, mesmerised as his foreskin slides over his cockhead and drags back, over and over.
With my free hand I press against his hip, stilling his movements. Our eyes lock again, and I lave my tongue across his slit and rub his cock across my lips, smearing them with his tangy, salty juice. He shoves his hips forward, begging for my mouth, but I’m quicker. I back up and smile, all the time never breaking eye contact.
“Prick tease. Did you know that’s what you are?” His words are rough and gravelly. I answer with another lick across his hot, flushed cockhead.
Thrusting his legs apart, widening his stance, I push my face up under him, taking his balls into my mouth, sucking and stretching and rolling them around my tongue. Above me he’s groaning and grasping as I slide my hand up and down his heavy cock, swiping the pad of my thumb over the supersensitive head.
“Oh Christ,” he grounds out, as he grips fistfuls of my hair.
I let his balls slip from my mouth. They’re harder, tighter. He’s getting close but I’m not going to let him release, not yet. Squeezing down on the base of his cock, I pull him back from the edge.
My own cock’s demanding attention of its own as it presses so hard against the zip of my jeans it’s in danger of breaking through. Tugging down my own zip I pull myself free, wrapping my palm around my length as I slide up and down in long, smooth strokes.
Above me, James’ breathing has got harder, more frayed, more erratic. I glance up. He’s staring down at me, eyes glazed and jaw slack, watching as I pump my dick. With my eyes still welded to his, I take him deep.
Our groans fill the air. I close my eyes, tasting him as his weight pushes down on my tongue. He’s big, and he stretches my lips wide. I suck him between flicking him with my tongue and sucking again, before I slip my lips all the way back along his length, up to the tip almost but not quite letting him go, milking his swollen cockhead of his salty precum before I glide my lips back down to his root, feeling him nudge against the back of my throat.
He fills me up and I breathe noisily through my nose. Saliva seeps from my mouth and drips down my chin. We’re wet, the two of us so wet, as I slip and slide my lips, keeping rhythm with my hand on my own cock. His fists tighten in my hair, and my scalp tingles as he yanks my head forward. I gasp but don’t gag as he thrusts his hips forward.
“Ah, shit. So fucking good.” The gravel in his voice goes straight to my dick.
I’m harder than I’ve ever been. The frantic rhythm I’ve set for myself is savage. I suck James with everything I’ve got, my head bobbing hard as I take him deep.
Our groans grow louder. Neither of us is going to last, but I don’t want us to last because I want this here and I want it now. He explodes into my mouth coating my tongue and throat with his thick, salty semen. I drink him down, I drink every last drop of him down, sucking, slurping, milking him of everything.
“Greedy boy, so fucking greedy,” he growls above me.
His gravel-laced words explode in my head…greedy boy, so fucking greedy…They’re all I need to send my own climax racing through me, as I jerk and moan and spill over my hand, coating my fingers as I empty myself.
I collapse into a heap on the floor as all the tension drains from my body. It takes all my effort to gaze up at James. His chest’s heaving fast as his cock, flushed dark and soaking wet, begins to soften.
His legs give way as he slides down the wall and settles into a crumpled heap next to me.
Taking my hand, he licks me clean of my release before he kisses me with a ferocity that makes me see stars. I taste us both, our arousal combined and mixed on the heat of our tongues as we kiss into eternity. He pulls back, breathing fast, his hands clamped to my cheeks.
“If I knew that taking you out for brunch was going to get me that reaction, I’d have been doing it every day,” he says on a trembling laugh.
“Not just the brunch, although I think that was a deciding factor.”
We try to stare each other out, but neither of us has the strength and we both laugh. He kisses me again, this time softer, sweeter, slower, as I run my hands through his hair.
“We’ve got a lot to talk about, a lot to discuss,” he says, peppering my face with kisses before he gets up and extends his hand to me.
I clasp it in mine and let him pull me to my feet and take some of my weight, just like he’s been doing since the night he found me and changed my life completely.
Chapter Thirty-Five
JAMES
The next few days are a whirlwind because I don’t want anything to stop the forward momentum that is me and Perry. I long ago vowed to never again commit myself, but not committing to Perry is an impossibility. The shy boy from whom I made it my mission to coax a smile or a laugh has burrowed under my skin and into my heart. This is everything I’ve told myself I’ve never wanted, but it’s everything I now do.
I’ve been in touch with Jack and explained about the change to Perry’s plans. I handed the phone over to Perry and left him to talk to my friend in private, but I couldn’t help standing outside the closed office door as the phone went on to speaker as Rory joined in the conversation. It made my heart warm, hearing my friends talk with enthusiasm about the plan to find premises. It’s right to say in London, they said, so much more chance of success. They’ve got contacts, they’d give Perry as much help as they could…
We’ve already looked at a couple or so units, but none have been quite right for different reasons, but the search is well and truly on and we’ll find somewhere Perry can set himself up and start the business I know he has his heart set on. I’m here by his side and I’m determined to help make his dream turn into a glittering reality.
