Page 5 of Oliver
Releasing his wrists, I sink slowly to my knees, and his eyes darken even more, his chest rising and falling as he watches me. His cock twitches in his dress pants and it’s enough to make me fucking moan as I lean in and press kisses to it through the fabric. God, he’s hot as hell, standing above me, hair a rumpled mess, pupils blown wide and the sleeves on his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, his tie askew.
“Fuck,” he gasps as I alternate between kissing and nibbling on his cock, my own cock throbbing in my jeans. His precum is leaking out through his slacks, he’s so turned on. I wonder if he could come just from this. Something tells me he could, and fuck, that’s enough to make even more precum leak from my slit and down my aching shaft. But I want that giant cock in my mouth. I want to know what he tastes like. I need to know.
I grip his belt and start to unbuckle it as I press kiss after kiss to his tip and feel it twitching against me again and again, hearing his pants, and groans of pleasure as he grips my hair.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
I look him in the eyes and lick the precum from his pants, and he shudders, his legs shaking as he lets out a noise somewhere between a growl and a whimper.
Then his belt is open and I’m pulling his pants down. There’s a clank as they hit the floor around his ankles, and I stare at his erection through his boxer briefs. My mouth waters and I look up at him again. His fingers are still gripping my hair and I fucking love it.
“Can I?” I ask.
“Fuck, yes,” he says, and it sounds more like a plea than anything else. I grip his waistband and pull the underwear down, his cock springing free and almost slapping me in the face. Fucking hell, he’s huge. I’m salivating as I look at him. He’s uncut, and must be close to eight inches in length with an impressive girth as well. His cock oozes precum as I stare at it, the head red and angry, a prominent vein running up the center. His balls are just as enticing, hanging low and heavy between his splayed thighs, and his pubic hair is wild. I have a feeling he doesn’t manscape, and I am completely fine with that.
I lean in and lick the tip, moaning as his precum lands on my tongue, his taste exploding in my mouth. God, that’s good. I want more. So much more. I open wide and take in just the head and his grip tightens in my hair, making me moan around him. He twitches in my mouth and I take him deeper, blissed out by the weight of him on my tongue.
“Fuck,” he curses. “That’s good.” I have a feeling he’s holding back, trying not to be to rough, but I love having my face fucked and his cock is the most incredible thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. He can do whatever the fuck he wants to me. I grip hisshaft with one hand and stroke him as I suck and lick, my other hand gripping his thigh, and he trembles.
“Bloody hell,” he gasps, then groans, his head hitting the wall as I swallow him deeper.
I pop off of him and he immediately looks at me. God, he’s a vision. “Don’t hold back,” I tell him. “I like it rough. I want you to use me. Come in my mouth, gorgeous. Let me taste you.” His eyes heat and he nods, before I’m taking him down my throat again and he does exactly as I instructed. His hips thrust and his cock slides in and out of my mouth relentlessly, making my eyes water and saliva slide down his shaft and along my chin, dripping onto the floor between us. I move my hand from his cock and use it to unbutton my pants and take out my own cock. It’s so hard it hurts, and I almost sob when I have it in my hand. I begin to stroke myself as he uses me.
“Fuck.” He grips my hair in both hands now and thrusts again and again. “Christ,” I hear and then his cock pulses in my mouth, and he’s spilling down my throat. The taste of him is enough to make my own orgasm barrel into me and I moan around his dick, still in my mouth as my own release fills my hand and drips onto the floor. My throat feels wrecked, but it was absolutely worth it.
He slides out of me and a moment later he’s kneeling in front of me with a towel he must have grabbed from nearby, wiping the tears, spit and snot from my face.
Fuck. He’s cleaning me off, and it’s so tender and caring I find myself blushing.
“That was incredible,” he says, then kisses me. I kiss him back before bringing my hand up for him to clean off as well. When he grips my wrist in his hand and brings my cum covered one to his mouth, before his tongue slides out and licks up my release, letting out a moan as he swallows, I fucking shiver.
“Damn,” I say. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, London?” He flushes and grins, making my heart skip a beat. I hadn’t seen him smile until now. It’s sexy as fuck.
We help each other stand and he slides his underwear and pants back up as I tuck myself back into my jeans. Then I find the bag of chips that Jordan has been waiting on for God knows how long now.
Shit.
“I have to go,” I say hurriedly, even though everything in me wants to stay and kiss those perfect lips until I can’t anymore, either from exhaustion or from my jaw being so sore I have to stop or risk permanent injury.
Fuck, my heart is racing. I press my lips to his once more and have to force myself to pull away. “Stay,” I beg him. “I get off in two hours. Come home with me.”
His eyes widen.
I dart out of the room before he can answer.
Two
OLIVER
Jesus Christ, I don’t know what’s come over me. I’ve never done anything so reckless in my life, but I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t leave without knowing what he tasted like. Peppermint and a hint of cherries. It was delicious. Everything about him is delicious. He gave me the best blow job, and I came harder than I ever have before.
The way he gripped me, kissed me, looked at me. I want more. I’ve never felt more wanted, owned, or worshiped in my life. I’m shaking a little with the knowledge that I just cheated on my girlfriend of four months. And the worst part is, even though it makes me a complete and utter bellend, I want to do it again. With him. Fuck, I don’t even know his name but I can’t go back to Scarsdale without knowing what it’s like to feel him inside me, surrounding me.
I was stunned when he asked me to stay, but I am staying. Even though I’m exhausted and even though I have three missed calls from Amanda on my phone and just as many texts, I ignorethem, as I watch the handsome young stranger moving around behind the bar, filling orders, mixing drinks, and chatting with customers, every once in a while flashing me a dazzling smile or a wink, making my cheeks heat every damn time.
Even though he’s significantly younger than me, there’s something about how he talked to me, how he swallowed me down and told me to use him, let me fuck his face with no mercy, that I can’t get out of my mind. It was perfect. He was perfect.
Over the next two hours he doesn’t find much time to visit with me, but maybe that makes the prospect of fucking back at his place even more enticing. The waiting, the anticipation. I do order a couple more drinks, but stick to non alcoholic beverages. I don’t want to be drunk when we leave. If I’m going to have my first time with a man, I want to be completely alert and aware.