Page 51 of Lorcan
“You’re always so insightful. It’s like you’ve got a window into my mind. Into my soul.” I should’ve been worried. Was he just insightful or was he using his therapist hat on me? Still, I didn’t sense malice or even that he saw himself better than me. He just seemed to understand in a way I didn’t. I grabbed the clear-colored conditioner. “Maybe if we each do ourselves, we’ll be quick. Because I really want to give you a blow job.” I traced my hand down his chest to his cock—nestled beautifully in pubic hair just a shade darker than the hair on his head. I grazed it with the back of my knuckles.
He moaned, grabbed the conditioner, and dumped a dollop in his palm. He thrust the bottle back at me.
I laughed and repeated everything he did. Within a couple of minutes, we were free of the rose-hip smell. I tried not to mourn it, but also made a note of the brand. If the stuff wasn’t too expensive, then I’d get a bottle for myself. With scent-freeconditioner. That way, if Cody ever came over and we needed to shower—
My mind skidded on that one. My apartment was dark, dank, and depressing. The view was nonexistent, and the couch was uncomfortable.Why would you ever invite him over when he has this amazing place?The answer came swiftly.Because I don’t want him to think I’m just with him because of this wonderful place with the stunning view.
He tipped my chin. “Second thoughts? Fifties awaits.”
I smiled. “And miss tasting you? No fucking way.”
“Okay.” He grinned. “I’m kind of excited myself. Here, or the bed?”
He was worrying about my knees again.
“Here.” I grasped his flanks and, as I lowered myself to my knees, trailed my hands down his ass, squeezing again as I settled. This wasn’t the most comfortable position—but I’d definitely endured far worse. Idly, I traced the muscles of the top of his foot.
He giggled. “What are you doing?”
“Worshiping you.” I didn’t meet his gaze. “You’re almost God-like to me. I know that sounds cheesy, but it’s how I feel. Like you’re invincible.”
He wound his hand through my hair, but didn’t force me to look up. “I’m just a man, Lorcan. No better or worse than any other.” He paused. “Well, I’m better than your ex, I think.”
I laughed, although the sound caught in my throat. “Yeah, you are—although that’s not a high bar to clear. You see me. In a way no one has for a very long time. Perhaps ever. And it’s not just the puppy thing—although that’s a lot of it. It’s that you don’t see through me. Or past me. You make me feel like I have value. Again, it’s been a very long time since I felt that way.” I skimmed my fingers up his ankles to his calves.
Strong. Solid.
His knees were a little knobby, which made me smile.
I applied pressure as I ran my hands up his muscled thighs.He must do some kind of workout because these are spectacular. And speaking of spectacular…All my musings had, apparently, been an aphrodisiac to him. Or just my hands all over him. I grasped the base of his cock—which stood out—and licked the tip.
He tightened his grip in my hair.
Taking that as encouragement, I pulled his crown into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and then speared his slit.
“Jesus, sweetheart. Keep that up and I’m going to come.”
Well, that’s the point, isn’t it?I smiled even as I sucked him in deeper. He hit the back of my throat, and I pulled back before I gagged. Then, with my hands firmly gripping where his ass met the top of his thighs, I set to work.
Blow jobs were something I was good at. And not just because Stephen told me so. I could make him come in very short order. That said, I enjoyed prolonging the pleasure. Sinking into it myself, because I loved the smell of man and the taste of precum on my tongue, but also because I’d get hard myself. My cock would demand attention even as I sucked the guy off for all I was worth.
Well, notthe guy.I’d hardly done this with the strangers I’d hooked up with thirty years ago. This was something special. Something I’d given freely to my scummy ex who didn’t deserve it. Something I intended to do with Cody every chance I got.
I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks.
“Oh God. I’m coming. Pull off if—”
I doubled down on my efforts—this time pulling him down as far as I could.
He came. Spectacularly. He stiffened and then spurted cum into the back of my throat.
I tried to swallow without choking. As with last night, his orgasm seemed to go on and on.
He stroked my chin, even as his breathing returned to normal.
Shit. Now I have to stand.
Even as I had the thought, he bent and grasped me under the arms. He guided me up to my feet. For a slender guy, he was surprisingly strong. He grinned, grasped my chin, then dove in for a toe-curling kiss. Apparently he liked the taste of his cum, because he sucked my tongue into his mouth and then proceeded to clean me thoroughly.
