He likes it. He seems to like my kissing, so I must be doing okay. He grabs onto my head, holding me in place gently, taking it deeper. It’s like last time: fast and hard and desperate, like he knows that one of us will die in half an hour and he’s going to use every second.
When he’s breathing so hard and fast that he can only cup my cheek and lean his forehead against my jaw, he whispers, “It hurts.”
“Your dick hurts?”
I can feel him reaching down to hold himself.
“I can jerk off,” he says in a voice that trembles.
“Fuck no. Are you kidding me?” I kiss his cheek, his lips, and look into his glassy, heavy-lidded eyes. “I want nothing more. I want to suck you off, angel. Make you feel good.”
I reach down between us, wrap my hand around his thick tip.
“I’m not…an angel.” The words are little shivers as I smear his precum around.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.” I drop a kiss on his pec and then crawl down him, settling atop his thick quads.
“Someone’s looking cut as fuck,” I murmur, tracing a line of muscle.
He’s so amped up, the light touch makes him shiver. He moans, and I lean down to lap at his cockhead. Before I start, I look up at him. “Just gonna do a little licking here… Popsicle style.”
He grunts as I gather his big balls in my palm and give him a long lick along the underside of his cock.
“Christ.” His hands reach for my head as I lean away, giving him a grin.
“Relax, angel. Shut your eyes and let me show you how good you are.”
He can’t relax. I guess he’s been on the verge of coming for a while, and now his balls are firmed up and his dick is leaking like a sieve. He’s so desperate, he rocks his hips and bounces his big, veiny cock until I close my mouth around him. Then he grips my head and pushes partway into my mouth.
“Mills.” It’s a whimper.
I pull off and whisper, “Don’t worry. I’m about to suck you good and let you come. Close your eyes and give it to me. I want all of it.”
I lick all up and down him. Then I suck his head back into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it. He’s so big, I’m not sure how I’ll get more of his dick than just this into my mouth. I stretch my jaw as wide as I can just to take the top half of him. I tease the rim of him with my tongue, try to stuff the tip of it into his little leaking slit, and when he comes up off the ground for that, I take him as deep as I can, gagging as he whimpers “fuck” and tries to jerk out of my mouth.
I’m so surprised, I almost lose hold of him, but my hand grabs him near his base. I tighten my grip and gobble him back down, so all his hot, thick cum sprays right down my throat. I shut my eyes and find a rhythm with the swallowing, noticing as I do that his entire lower half is quaking.
When I’ve drained him dry, I lick around him, kissing him once more along a big, beautiful vein before I lift my head to give him a grin.
There’s an arm over his face. He’s breathing hard and fast.
“You okay?”
He holds his free arm out like he wants me come and lie beside him. After a glance around, and confirmation that we’re hidden by the trees, I do just that. Ezra hugs me to him, and I realize he’s still got chills. His nipples are little points.
Good Lord, I’m fucking hard again. I tug up my pants and try to focus on this moment. The hard, warm ground behind my back, the tight way he holds me while he gulps back big breaths…coming down. He moves his arm off his face. His eyes are red. He smiles, looking different than I’ve ever seen him. Softer. There’s a look of shock on his face, like he can’t believe something could feel so good as what I just did to him.
I did that.
“Thank you,” he rasps.
“You should be a porn star, dude. That’s like another appendage and fuck, it tasted so good.”
He gets this look on his face…wide eyes and his mouth bent into a flat-lipped duck thing. Then he breaks into the most euphoric grin.
“You’re crazy,” he murmurs. I notice his ears are red.
“Crazy ’bout that pipe.”
Just to be dramatic, I crawl back down to it and give it a little light kiss, my nose brushing his dark curls as I do.
His hands rove over my head and my shoulders as I crawl back up him, straddling his hips. He runs his big hand over my cock, which is pushing against my pants.