We have to shuffle on our knees in the small space so Lennon’s able to lean down and take my cock in his mouth, but when he does, and I finally have those lips wrapped around me, I can’t help moaning so loud everyone on the property could hear me.
He pulls off my cock with a wet pop. “I thought we came in here so no one could hear us.”
“Oh my God, I don’t care right now. Just put me out of my misery.”
“This is torture, is it?” His pink tongue darts out and lightly runs up my shaft from base to tip.
“Fuck you. I didn’t tease you.”
Lennon smirks. “You’re right. How mean of me. Maybe you should show me how you like it by fucking my mouth.”
My head falls backward. “How are you real?” It’s like Lennon looked into my brain and saw my deepest fantasies and then went Okay, let’s do that.
With my eyes closed, I feel the heat of his wet mouth moving over me again. I glance down at him, and he nods encouragement.
My first thrusts are small and shallow, testing it out. I didn’t know it was possible for someone to call me a pussy with just their eyes, but Lennon pulls it off flawlessly.
If that’s how he wants to play it …
I grip the back of his head and my hips thrust harder this time, and Lennon hums around my dick. At first, I think it’s in pain, but then we make eye contact again, and his eyes are hooded and filled with lust.
Without a doubt, I’m not going to last long. I was already dancing on the edge before he had his mouth on me.
The small space makes it hard to go all out, but with my hand fisted in his hair, and me kneeling, it doesn’t take a whole lot of movement to go to the back of his throat.
It’s hot and tight, and his cheeks hollow as he sucks me down.
If I hadn’t been so on edge from blowing him already, I’d be embarrassed by how fast I come. As the first spurts hit, Lennon hums a satisfied sound around my cock.
“Fuck,” I pant over and over again.
I haven’t come so hard in my damn life. My body feels like jelly, my legs going numb beneath me.
Lennon pulls off and leans back on his heels, breathing heavy and staring at me with orgasm goggles. I’m sure it matches my gaze.
“We should probably, uh …” I glance down at his cock, still hanging out the fly of his pants.
He laughs and adjusts himself. “Yeah. Probably.”
Lennon lands on his ass beside me, and I roll off my knees and stretch my legs out, but in the small space, they’re still bent and at an awkward angle.
We breathe heavy as we fix our clothing, and as we relax against the wall of the treehouse, I reach into my pocket and pull out a joint.
“Smoke?”
“Is that …” He looks closer.
“Good ol’ Mary Jane? Yup.”
Lennon smiles. “Should you be smoking that?”
“Not on the NHL’s banned list, and besides, season’s over. You gonna report on it if I do?”
He grabs the joint out of my hand. “I can’t believe you asked me that, asshole.” He holds his hand out for a lighter.
“You said yourself if you found me with drugs—”
“I meant like performance-enhancing shit. Cheating.” He stares down at the joint. “Okay, so how do I do this?”
“You’ve never smoked pot before?”
“Why’s that so hard to believe?”
“It’s a rite of passage. Here …” I take it back off him and light up, taking a deep breath in as I do. “Mmm,” I say as I exhale. “Orgasms and getting high. It’s better than birthday cake.”
Lennon chuckles. “Share.”
“I dunno. I don’t wanna corrupt you.”
“You dragged me into your childhood treehouse to blow you. I think the corruption has already begun.”
I screw up my face. “Totally sounds perverted when you say it that way.”
“I’m okay with perverted.” He takes a drag from the joint and coughs.
“Oh. Yeah. Guess I should’ve warned you about that. Max said it was strong.”
“I’m cool,” he says, his voice croaky. “But, uh, Max gave you this? Why?” He holds it out to me.
I put the joint to my lips and take another deep breath. “Because Ash is a dick.” I laugh on the exhale. I don’t know why that’s funny.
“Are you upset he’s getting married?”
My brow furrows. “How’d you know?”
“Your mom. I think your whole family knows already.”
“Fuuuuck.” I throw my head back on the side of the treehouse and bang it repeatedly. The whole structure shakes, so I force myself to stop even though I don’t want to. “I don’t know why I’m upset about it,” I admit.
“You two had a life together. It makes sense. And it’s soon, right? Like, to be that serious with another guy already.”