Page 33 of Lorcan
He smiled.
And grasped the other one.
It pebbled under his touch.
He squeezed.
Again, I moaned.
As he continued his lazy journey downward, his hand rested on my less-than-flat stomach.
Don’t think about that. Clearly he doesn’t care you’re not ripped. He wouldn’t have invited you for the walk and back up to his place if he really cared about that.
He pulled back. “Are you okay with what I’m doing? We haven’t really discussed—”
“Please, keep going. I think—” I swallowed, holding his gaze. “Like I’ll die if you don’t keep going.” I didn’t even know what I was saying—what I was asking.
“Well, that goes for two of us.” He cocked his head. “To be clear—what are you asking for? What are your limits?”
“I—” That brought me up short. I blinked. “I don’t…” I swallowed. “I don’t know.” That came out more than a croak. “But please…don’t stop.”
His eyes softened. “I hear you. I would like to bring you pleasure. But I don’t know what makes you feel good. Blow jobs? Hand jobs? Just—”
I nodded furiously. “Yes and yes. And, uh, I like to give as well. Sometimes I can come just by blowing—”
My ex. Fucking Stephen.
I swallowed. “Although that was more when I was younger.”Don’t let me lose my erection. Please don’t quit. I need you to keep going.
He licked his lips. “Can I give you a blow job?”
Again, I bobbed my head. “Yes. That.”
“Those jeans look pretty tight.” His gaze settled on my crotch.
“Well, yeah. I didn’t…I didn’t come here thinking I might get lucky.”
“Nice that I can surprise you.” He rose and stood before me. “Do you want to unzip and pull yourself out?”
“Sure.”
With fumbling fingers, I managed to undo the button on my jeans and unzip my fly. I was about to lift up and lower my pants and underwear when I eyed the couch.
He chuckled. “Let me grab a towel. That leather will be cold.”
And stick to my sweaty ass.I refrained from saying that.
Moments later, he returned with a pretty light-blue towel. “From the heated towel rack—one of the few luxuries I allow myself.”
His consideration touched me. And yeah, I could see that about him. From what I could see, he lived a pretty normal life. Nothing flashy. Nothing glitzy. Just a down-to-earth guy who shared my kink.
I lowered my jeans and boxer briefs. Then I sat on the couch and positioned myself so my cock stood out.
Still erect—thank God.
“Are you comfortable?”
I nodded.
