Our tongues tangle, our breaths mix, and the atmosphere has gone from needy and frantic to lasting and tender.
I shuffle lower on his lap slowly and gently push him so he’s lying on his back again. Just like his mouth had been exploring, I do the same to him. His virgin skin makes me want to get Max to cover him in tattoos, but there’s also a part of me that loves the contrast between our two bodies. I love that he’s long and lean, and even though he’s smaller than me, he’s still taller than average and the perfect size to fit against me.
Lennon lets out a little whine as my tongue moves closer to his belly button. I can feel how hard he is against my chest as I continue my path down.
“Shit. Whose idea was it to go slow?” he complains.
I smile against his skin. “Someone who’s a genius.” My hand skims up his thigh and lightly brushes over his cock through his boxers.
“I hate myself right now.” He writhes beneath me, and I love how fast I’ve turned the tables on him.
“Have to take my time,” I say. “Make sure I’m doing it right.”
“The only thing you’re doing wrong is not touching me enough. I need … I need more.”
“More what?”
“More everything.”
He reaches for my underwear and pulls them off my hips, using his feet to push them down all the way. My cock springs free and hits my stomach, leaving a warm trail of precum. His underwear goes next, and I pull them down his wiry legs.
The old bed creaks in protest with all the moving around.
I wince. “I’ve never realized how loud this house is until this weekend.”
“You probably never realized because you grew up with four brothers who were no doubt louder than the house.”
“True.”
“I know how to be quiet,” Lennon whispers.
I smirk. “Challenge accepted.”
“Uh, I don’t recall setting one.”
“I’m gonna make you scream,” I promise.
When my mouth resumes its exploration, moving over Lennon’s lean muscles but refusing to go where he really wants it, his body starts trembling, and his breathing comes in hard and fast as if he’s trying not to make a sound.
I chuckle against his skin. “Is someone trying not to make a noise?”
“I hate you. And me. Can we forget the slow thing already? Shit, if I knew you were going to use it against me, I wouldn’t have suggested it.” He says that, but the lust in his eyes, his shaky breath, and his body’s silent scream for more makes me think he’s loving this.
“I think it’s perfect punishment for trying to drive me crazy.” But who am I kidding? This, being with him and trying to control myself, is driving me just as crazy.
I lean back on my heels and try to hold in my moan of appreciation as Lennon’s laid out bare for me on the bed. His cock rests against his abdomen, and the drop of precum on his stomach is too irresistible to pass up. I clean it off with my tongue and hum as if being fed a gourmet meal.
Lennon whines. The sound makes my cock ache, and I’m sure if it could talk, it’d be begging incoherently. Much like Lennon.
I can’t hear his whispered words but I catch please and hurry the fuck up. His fists are scrunched into the bedsheets, his hips trying to buck upward, but I pin them down.
The bed creaks again, and the only reason I’m able to push it out of my mind is that it’s the middle of the night and everyone downstairs will be asleep.
“Ollie,” Lennon whispers, his voice tortured.
I guess he’s learned his lesson about trying to tease the fuck outta me.
Sitting up again, I lift his injured leg and kiss just above his swollen ankle. “Have to keep this elevated, right?”
He smiles and rests his leg over my shoulder while he bends his other knee, giving me the perfect line of sight of his hole as his hips tilt slightly upward. Lennon’s gaze fixes to mine as I lift my hand to my mouth and suck on one of my fingers. He nods, and I don’t even think it’s a conscious move.
His pupils dilate, and a feral look of need crosses his face as I tease him, massaging his rim. I may’ve never done this to another person before, but I do know what turns my crank and gets me going.
My other hand finds his cock, slowly pulling on it at a pace that would piss me off. It’s enough to feel good but not give any satisfaction.
And yup, there’s Lennon’s scowl I used to hate. Now it’s an incentive to keep going. Only problem is my cock is crying for attention and my hands are full.
“Touch me,” I beg.
An evil glint passes across Lennon’s face, and I know I’ve given him back the upper hand.