Page 83 of Except You

“Oh, I want,” I tell him and then press a chaste kiss to the edge of his cock before kissing my way down his length and pulling each of his balls into my mouth, relishing the sounds he makes. Gasping, choked sounds of desperation. I can see his hands fisted on the bed, his cheeks red, his breath stuttering.

I’ve done that to him. Another man. Not a woman.

Me.

“Again, Bow-tie,” he moans when I kiss the tip of his leaking cock. I tongue him and then engulf just the tip, making his head fall back, his hips arch up.

“Fuck. Yes,” he says, and so I do it again, sucking and licking, teasing him like he’s been teasing me all these weeks. Until finally, finally I bring his cock into the back of my mouth. Max is staring down at me, his body propped up by his elbows, his hair in disarray, his eyes wild.

“Fuck, Bow-tie. God, you’re good at this.”

I hum around his length, bobbing my head slowly, taking in the feel of him on my tongue, the taste of him. I love it, love everything about his dick—the flavor, the way his smooth, cut cock slides down my throat.

His fingers move to my head and curl in my hair, directing my movement as I take him over and over again. Fuck, this is good. I’m not going to last. I’m going to cum in my pants just from this.

“Oh fuck. Fuuuuuck! I’m going to come if you keep doing that. Yes, just like that, Bow-tie.”

I bring him into the back of my throat and swallow around him, my other hand moving to his balls and massaging them.

He likes that. A lot. His chest is heaving, his hips thrusting up as he gently fucks my face.

“Oh my god. Your mouth. Your tongue. Nnggh. I’m gonna come.”

He tries to pull me off him, but I swat his hand away and drink him down, his cock jerking in my mouth. He moans my name over and over, a prayer, a hymn on his lips as his hips cant up, forcing his dick into my throat.

It’s euphoric.

When he’s done, I lean my head against his thigh, catching my breath. My cock positively throbs, and I want to come, but I’m waiting to see what Max wants.

“Jesus, Bow-tie,” he murmurs, his head on the pillow, his body coated in a sheen of sweat. “That was fucking good.”

“The best you’ve ever had?” I ask with a small laugh.

“Easily,” he replies and then groans when he tugs me up to him. Our lips connect in a frantic kiss, the two of us chasing that feeling.

“I want to do that to you,” Max says, and my heart nearly leaps from my chest. Does this mean he wants to suck my cock? Because I wouldn’t last if he did.

But he clarifies a moment later, “I want to kiss you all over.”

I swallow, my cock twitching between my legs. That might be even worse. I won’t last if he teases me like he does. I’m sure I’ll cover myself with my release moments after his lips hit my skin. And I almost do. I almost explode as soon as he flips us and straddles my waist, looking flushed and hot and sinful.

He quickly strips off my clothes and begins his journey at my lips, kissing me deeply before moving to my neck, sucking marks into my skin. I grasp the base of my cock to stave off my orgasm because there’s nothing hotter than Max marking me.

My fingers curl into his back, my hips arching up, needing more, more of whatever this is, but he doesn’t give me what I need. Instead, he teases me endlessly, sucking and licking, biting his way down my chest to my nipples. He plucks at them, tongues them, makes me cry out until he moves down to my stomach. I’m vibrating with need now, this endless edging session almost too much for my fragile stamina.

When he gets to my groin, my breathing stops.

His hand pulls mine away from the base of my cock, and I whimper at the loss of control. His eyes flash up and meet mine just as his lips gently kiss the tip of me. I gasp. But it’s when he pulls the foreskin back a bit and licks my leaking head that I almost come.

“Oh my god, Max. If you do that, I’ll come. So hard. Oh fuck.”

Max chuckles and kisses down my length—soft, innocent kisses that go straight to my heart. He rolls my balls in his hand and then kisses the tip of my dick once more.

“I don’t know if I’m ready,” he tells me, looking shy. “I want to be, but I’m not.”

“Oh, it’s okay. Come here. Come here,” I say, dragging him up my body. As soon as he’s on me, I can feel how hard he is, and we grind against each other as we make out. Just tongues and teeth and spit until I’m crying out, my dick lurching between us as cum bursts up my chest.

Max huffs a small laugh, dragging his abdomen against mine, smearing the mess between us.