“Justin!” I said, laughing. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m sorry, were you still eating? We can finish at my place,” he said, with a salacious smile. “Ice cream first, though. Very important. Have to go pick up a pint of forgiveness.”
We showed up at his place with our Thai food in one bag and two pints of ice cream in another, laughing and shoving each other as we went up the steps to his condo.
“I can’t wait to have this,” I said, holding up the bag with the ice cream in it.
“Forget about the ice cream, I can’t wait to have you,” he said, and pulled me close for a searing kiss right there on his front steps. My toes actually curled with pleasure.
He kissed up my neck, under the streetlight, and whispered in my ear “I’m going to fuck you until you see stars.”
I turned to catch his lips in another kiss.
When we parted for breath, I leaned up to whisper back in his ear, "I can't wait."
He growled, a primal sound that send lust shooting all the way to my toes, and his hand shot into his pocket for his keys.
He unlocked his front door and let it swing open, tossing his keys into the bowl on the table just inside the door.
"Oh, time to go in already?" I asked in a mock-innocent tone.
Justin grabbed my hand and pulled me firmly into the house. As soon as he shut the door, he had me pressed against it, trapped there by his strong body.
I wanted to feel safe and protected in his arms, but I couldn't pretend to myself that I did. I felt like I was watching myself, and I knew what I should be feeling, but all I felt was desire.
Apparently I winced, because he pulled away.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I said. “My hair was caught behind me.”
It wasn't fair to him that I didn't feel what I wanted to, after all. I didn't want to ruin the moment – after all, it was a good moment, shaping up to be an excellent one.
I pulled my hair from between me and the door and let it drape over my shoulders.
He grinned at me and claimed my mouth in another expert kiss. His hand moved up to grab one of my breasts in a strong, assured motion, and he found my hard nipple through my shirt, tracing little patterns around it with his thumb.
I moaned and leaned against him, enjoying the feel of his muscular body against mine. Through his thin wool trousers I could feel how hard he was.
I bucked against him and was rewarded with a small moan.
“God, I want to feel your mouth,” he said. “Will you get on your knees for me?”
I would.
I sank to my knees right there in the entryway. He backed up to give me a little room, and unzipped his fly to free his shaft from the pants and boxers he was wearing.
As I opened my mouth and leaned forward, I shut my eyes and breathed in the rich scent of him.
I leaned forward until my tongue was touching the underside of the head of his cock, licking off the bead of pre-cum glistening there with a flick of my tongue.
He tasted salty, but not unpleasantly so.
I adjusted my hand on his shaft and leaned forward, taking his cockhead into my mouth and flicking my tongue against the underside, licking away the precum as it appeared.
Carefully, I sucked on the heavy organ in my mouth. I stopped flicking my tongue and began running it in circles around the head.
Justin reached his hand down and wrapped it around my own, slowly moving it up and down his thick shaft, from my lips to the root. After three long strokes, he let go of my hand.