“That’s okay. We have all summer.” I looked up at him, into those whiskey-colored eyes of his as I swirled my tongue around his glans.
Jameson’s eyes rolled back. His hands fisted in his blanket when I sucked him, just nursed the head, savoring the salty taste of his skin. “Spread your legs more, and come to the edge of the bed,” I told him, and he did.
I jerked him as I nosed at the black, tight curls at his groin. Inhaled his scent before taking him into my mouth again, this time to the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck!” Jameson cried out. His hand tangled in my hair, pulled, and I loved that he didn’t apologize for it. I slid off some before taking him deep again, working him fast with my mouth and hand. Each time he reached the back of my throat, I swallowed around him.
His breathing sped up. His hips thrust slightly, one hand still in my hair, the other on the bed as he started rambling. “Fuck…Will…so good. Right there. Yes. Oh my God. Best ever.”
I loved all his words. Smiled around his fat cock as I buried my face in his pubes with his dick in my throat. I wanted this to be the best blowjob he ever had. For him to never forget what it felt like to have Will Carson on his knees for him.
The muscles in his thighs tightened. He was gasping, saying my name over and over and over. “Will, Will, Will.” Jameson thrust between my lips. “I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
I didn’t pull off. I sucked hard because damn, he deserved his first blowjob to be someone who swallowed. It wasn’t like I didn’t want his come on my tongue anyway.
Jameson thrust again, pulled my hair until it burned, then cried out as he spilled his thick, salty load down my throat. I swallowed just before he shot again, and I took that one into my belly too.
When he fell back against the bed, I shoved to my feet, spit in my hand, and hardly had to stroke five times. My come fell on his dick, ran into his pubes and down his stomach. God, I loved coming on him.
“That was…oh God. I don’t even have the words for what that was. It’s like my brain isn’t working. I don’t even know what I’m saying or thinking, and holy shit. I’m still talking. My thoughts are going too fast to turn them off.”
A laugh started deep in my gut. God, he was great. “Glad I impressed you.”
“So impressed. I can’t move.”
I chuckled, lay beside him on the bed, before leaning in to press a kiss to the smooth, brown skin of his chest.
I liked Jameson. A lot.
“Do you figure you’ll be able to move at some point?”
“I can’t make any promises.”
“Well, I was thinking we could watch a movie, maybe order some food, and then I can blow you again before I go.”
He turned his head and looked at me. “I’ll find a way to manage.”
“Taking one for the team. That’s what I like to hear.” Then I kissed him again.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Jameson
The next couple of weeks were awesome. Actually, that wasn’t a strong enough word for how good it was. Will hung out at my place quite a bit, and each one of those times? He blew me. My dick was getting the royal treatment in sucking, which was something neither of us expected—my cock and I, I meant; we’d spent so much time with nothing but my hand, and now we had a mouth, Will’s mouth, and for some reason, Will seemed to enjoy giving me head just as much as I liked receiving it.
We’d be sitting there watching a movie, and suddenly he would go down on me, passionately and loudly, like he was enjoying one of his favorite things, and I’d be like, Oh, okay, this is fucking fabulous. Will’s mouth is on my cock again.
I’d tried a few times to return the favor—no, scratch that. It wasn’t a favor because Will had a great dick and I couldn’t wait to see what he tasted like, to feel him hot and heavy on my tongue, but each time I made the attempt, he told me we had time for that and he wanted to make this last. He’d either jerk off all over me, or have me jerk him off all over me. For whatever reason, Will seemed to like his load on my body, not that I was complaining.
But tonight, tonight I was not looking forward to. There would be no head, no jacking off, unless it was me and my trusty hand again. It was the night of Dad’s Master of the Universe party, and I was expected to be there, and by expected, I meant it had been demanded. I always felt ambivalent when I saw Dad at these kinds of things. Part of me was in awe of him. I was damn proud of all he’d achieved. But the other part…well, it left me feeling…lacking. I would never be confident and in control like him, and not…awkward, like he wasn’t.