Page 34 of Lorcan
Slowly, he lowered himself between my spread thighs.
I grabbed a throw pillow and thrust it at him. “For your knees.”
He gifted me with his beautiful smile. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, well…”
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips. “You’re a considerate man, Lorcan. I’m appreciative of that.” Then he took my cock in his hand.
His fingers were warmer than I expected, and his grip was firm.
I gritted my teeth as he licked a drop of precum from the tip.Jesus. Don’t think of how long it’s been. Think about the moment and what this means.
He grinned as he pulled my crown into his mouth.
Holy hell. The warmth. The slickness.
Cody swirled his tongue around me, then he speared my slit.
I nearly bucked into his mouth.So good. So good. So— I urged myself not to come as he sucked me deeper—almost to the back of his throat.
Grasping his hair, I again marveled at the softness. Like silk, slipping through my fingers. I wanted to grab and hold on tight—but I didn’t know him well enough for that. Didn’t know what his limits were.Because we didn’t negotiate.
He took me to the back of his throat.
I moaned.
He grasped my balls in his hand and squeezed. Lightly. But enough to have my full attention. He did a little twisty thing with them—it pushed me to the brink of pain, but didn’t tip me over.
As he continued to suck, the feeling of elation hummed in my veins.I’m not too old. I’m not washed up. I’m not over the hill.Oh shit—
“I’m coming. Cody? I’m coming. If you want to pull—”
He grasped my thighs and redoubled his efforts.
I stiffened. I came.
Hard.
I squeezed my eyes against the onslaught of sensation. The flying high as I reached new heights of pleasure. The sensation of being warm—both on the inside and the out. Of calmness even as he continued to suck. I wasn’t certain I had much left in me, but he just kept going.
Eventually, he pulled off me. He pressed a kiss to my cock. Then he grabbed a throw blanket that I’d somehow missed, and pulled it over me.
Finally he crawled in beside me—under the blanket. He urged me to rest my head on his shoulder as he murmured nonsensical words and feathered his hand through my hair.
The position wasn’t particularly comfortable—and my pants were still around my ankles—but I wouldn’t have moved for anything. Hell, I probably wouldn’t have been capable of moving.
We just…fit.
My eyes drifted shut.
He continued to hold me.
I didn’t know how long we stayed that way. An hour? A day? I couldn’t say.
When I reached out my hand to stroke his thigh, though, I encountered something else very hard.
He sucked in a breath.
