Page 105 of Lucky Shot
“I just mean… we don’t always have to do… these things. If you don’t want to or don’t… feel like it?”
“Oh,” I say and smile as I move back up his body. “I see.” I kiss him again because I’ve never had someone truly take my sexuality into consideration. Especially not when I’m offering a blow job. “I’m old enough to know that I can say no, Pretty. And I probably will sometimes. And sometimes I’ll just want to give and not get; like right now. But don’t fret over it. I’m all about communication in everything we do, but especially sex. All right?”
Pretty nods. “I just didn’t want you to feel pressured. My dick is always awake and wanting attention. It doesn’t mean you have to pay it attention.”
I chuckle and kiss him again. Slowly. Licking and sucking his tongue until he’s groaning. “Then let me give your dick some attention, my Pretty Boy.”
Moving back down his body, his hands are still fisted in my hair. But he doesn’t stop me this time. When I get to his dick, I nuzzle my face into his groin. Smelling him. All sex and sweat andhim. I curl my arms under his ass, hooking my hands on top of his thighs so I can keep him exactly where I want him. And then I suck him down.
His body arches immediately and I watch, transfixed, as I cause his face to contort into the most delicious expressions. The sounds I elicit from him are music, magic, dirty. I can feel them travel down my spine like pinpricks of heat and promise, even if his nonsensical words might summon a demon.
His body is lithe and agile as he twists and arches. Sometimes, his entire torso rises as he curls around my head, gasping as if he’s run miles. Then he falls back and writhes beneath me.
Words tumble from his mouth.So good. Demi god, don’t stop. Please. Fuck, your mouth. It’s so good.Sometimes it’s not English but maybe a language that only the divine understand. Other times there are sounds that nothing human makes. Everything that comes out of his mouth sinks right to my blood, making it pulse in my ears.
But I can’t look away. I can’t stop watching his face as I suck and tease and lick. I bring him down my throat and pull those choking sounds from him as his entire body tenses and he leaks like there’s a hundred holes. Then I loosen and he whines, relaxes, catches his breath. He moans through me kissing his crown, tracing the veins on his dick, sucking on his balls and massaging them with my tongue.
I keep him suspended for as long as I can. Until tears gather in the corners of his eyes. He doesn’t beg, even though I know he’s desperate for release. But I don’t think it’s because he’s against begging—his hands tighten in my hair, both trying to push me away and keep me there—I think he doesn’t want to rush the moment any more than I do.
When he unleashes, I think there’s a moment where he’s completely unconscious. I watch as his eyes roll into the back of his head. His mouth is open, but no sound comes out, and his entire body is stiff, still, frozen in a state of absolute bliss. The only movement is his pounding heart that I can nearly see trying to break free of his chest, and his pulsing dick in my mouth as he drains down my throat.
I swallow him, every drop of him, but I never take my eyes off his face. Watching him orgasm will forever be burned into the backs of my eyelids. I want to remember that look for the rest of my life. Every time that we’ll be away from each other, I want to be able to close my eyes and see that look of absolute, unabridged bliss.
Letting go of his softening dick, I lick away the mess that escaped before slowly making my way up his body and kissing him.
“You’re so good at that,” he says dreamily, laying like a limp noodle on the bed.
I chuckle and kiss him again. “I’m going to wash up. Then I’ll come get you when I’m done and we can get you washed up. Kay?”
Pretty nods, his eyes still closed.
With another kiss to his perfect, slightly swollen lips, I roll to the edge and let my feet fall. Just as I’m getting to my feet, my phone rings. With a glance, I see it’s my brother, so I answer.
“Hey.”
“Hi. I’m not interrupting anything?”
“About thirty seconds ago you would have gone to voicemail, but no.”
“Hm. I don’t think I needed those details,” he says, but he sounds amused.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I, uh… I heard from Longwood. They accepted my application and transfer.”
I grin. “That’s great, Roux. What do you need to do now?”
“Choose classes. Probably will be stuck with ones I don’t care for because most students have already chosen, but it’s fine. Then I’ll have to buy books. I’ve already sent an email to my student loan carrier to transfer my awards. And…” He sighs. “I’m considering taking up soccer again.”
Roux used to be a damned good soccer player with lots of promise. He gave it up the last year of high school but always refused to tell me why.
“That’s great. Does Longwood have a soccer team?”
“Yes. Gabe thinks it’s a good level to play at since I’m just getting back into it.”
“You’ve only been off the field for two years.”
“You’ve seen me, Lix. I’m disgustingly out of shape.”
