I cursed, loving hearing him moaning my name. He was beside himself. I was doing that to him.
"Are you always this responsive?" I asked.
He heaved a breath, trembling. "Not everyone fucks like you. Jesus. I-I need to come."
I grinned.
"Get on your back," I told him and withdrew my fingers. "Can you hold your knees to your chest and spread 'em?"
He nodded and complied, and I waited until I had him all on display for me. Arms hooked under his knees, ass spread, cock leaking, abs tensing. Holy fuck, he was a sight.
I wanted to fuck him something fierce, but it didn't feel right. He deserved better, and that thought made me realize I was coming down from my high. Shifting closer, I hovered over him and kissed him deeply. There were words I wanted to say, but I refrained.
A few more kisses, and then I crawled farther down and tongued his ass. Since he was holding up his legs, I fisted his cock too, and stroked him firmly but slowly.
"Please, please, fuck, please," he groaned breathlessly. He tossed his head from side to side and tried to buck his hips, but I kept him in place. "I'm fucking close, Noah."
I tightened my grip on his cock, though I didn't jerk him faster. I wanted to milk him properly and make his orgasm last. But to bring him even closer, and eventually push him over the edge, I rubbed his prostate in quick little circles.
When he lost his vocabulary and began shaking more violently, I knew he was there. Seconds later, the first string of come shot from his cock and onto his chest. I kept the same pace, and he cried out and released his legs.
This image of him, completely rigid and coming, would be etched into my mind for-fucking-ever.
It turned me into a savage, and I barely let him catch his breath. In one long stroke, I slid my tongue up his torso. I tasted him, fresh sweat and come, and growled in need.
"Your sweet mouth on my cock—now."
He gasped, incapable of words, and hauled me down for a kiss first. I moaned into his mouth and fed him his own arousal, which seemed to renew his hunger for more. With a firm push, he had me on my back.
"Finally," he breathed.
There was no caution or apprehension this time. He dove for my cock and had half of me in his mouth before my head had even hit the pillows.
I hissed and pushed myself up on my elbows to see better. He licked, suckled at the slit, and sucked me like he was worshiping.
An out-of-breath chuckle slipped through my lips, and I winced a bit when he got too eager. "Watch the teeth, baby."
He spared me a quick apology, cheeks flushed and eyes filled with hunger. It was kinda like I wasn’t here. All his focus was on my cock. Christ, he was perfect. Perfectly him, exactly what I wanted.
"There's so much I wanna do," he mumbled in between licks. His eyes met mine briefly, so maybe I did exist, after all. "I have all these fantasies…"
"Fuck," I whispered. "That’s it, get me wet." Threading my fingers through his curls, I guided him slowly over my erection, encouraging him to take a bit more of me. "What kinda fantasies?"
I shouldn’t have asked. I knew I'd regret it.
He closed his eyes and hummed around my cock, and every now and then, he paused to reveal his desires. "Some of the normal stuff, I suppose." He jerked me as he dipped down to tongue my balls. "Uni professor and student, boss and employee, doctor and patient…"
I clenched my jaw, countless scenarios swimming in my head.
My head lolled back, and I got completely fucking lost in the moment. Between his sucking and his fantasy sharing, it wouldn’t be long until I exploded.
His mouth was goddamn stellar. There was no finesse or technique, but he sucked me like he loved it. He gagged a few times but was insistent on taking all of me. It didn't work, though he kept trying. And his tongue… His fucking lips.
I didn't even register that I'd started thrusting a little. It was his moaning that alerted me to something new exciting him, so I lay down flat on my back and moved both hands to his head. Fisting his hair, I began fucking his mouth.
"I'm almost there, Julian." I lifted my head briefly to get another look. "Goddammit, you feel so good." Saliva and pre-come trickled down my shaft, my breathing morphed into panting, my muscles strained, and…shit. I paused, as much as it killed me. "You wanna try swallowing? I don't care, just pick before I blow."
He answered by taking as much of me as he could, and I couldn’t hold back another fucking second. I came hard. The air was squeezed out of my lungs, and I tensed up.