Dipping his head lower, Bennet let out a short moan through his nose, the sound cutting off as he forced his head down, taking me as deep as the back of his mouth, where his throat constricted against me.
I held my breath and shook all over. The pressure and the warmth mixed to create the best fucking sensation ever.
When he couldn’t take any more of me, he moved his head up and down, sealing his lips tightly around my cock and holding the rest with his hand. Mymuscles clenched hard, locking in and not letting go. A grunt rumbled out of me, then turned into a growl of restrained pleasure. I couldn’t let myself moan aloud yet. If I did, I wouldn’t know how to stop.
I didn’t know what it was that made this sexy nerd so special. Sure, he was hot, and he was, hands down, the cutest guy ever, but he was also kind and thoughtful and very sure of himself. And beneath all that, beneath the layers and layers of all these wonderful things, he was into me.
And that made a bigger difference than I could have imagined.
I’d seen his roommates: each cuter than the other one, and at least one was gay. Bennet could have gone for someone smart. But he liked me instead. And he liked me for who I was, not what I looked like.
That was a bigger turn-on than anything else. That, and the fact that he was a lot more naughty than I would have guessed a month ago.
Bennet’s gentle moan cut off again, throat closing tightly against my cock, then relaxing again to take me just a little deeper, making my eyes roll back in my skull.
I exhaled a deep and shuddering breath of air, hands slipping from behind my head to my sides, clutching the bedsheet as Bennet’s hand and mouth worked the length of my cock.
Beyond the messy mop of wavy hair, I watched the plane of his back rising and narrowing toward his broad hips and nice, round ass. His cheeks curved inwhere they met, and I found myself hungry and desperate to be behind him instead, to lean down, to kiss the small of his back, and to lick him so nice and hard that he would lose his mind.
As the thought crossed my mind, my cock stiffened harder, and I grabbed Bennet by the shoulders. “Fuck,” I grunted. “Hold on.”
Bennet lifted his head, eyes teary from pure reflex and effort, chest heaving as he inhaled air deep into his lungs. “Was that…?”
“Fucking incredible,” I said.
The smile that touched his lips was so unmistakably a smile of pride that I barely held myself together, heart wanting to jump out of my chest with joy.
“I wanna make you feel good,” I said.
Bennet nodded a little, eyes wide with curiosity. He was still on his knees, his torso lifted just a little to let me wiggle out from underneath him.
“Stay like that,” I told him.
Betten’s cheeks bloomed with redness, but his eyes burned with the heat of naughtiness I adored. He stayed as he was, waiting for me to get off the bed, get completely undressed at last, and kneel on it again behind him, my hands reaching for his hips.
He trembled under my fingertips. His skin prickled as I leaned down and pressed my lips against his cheek, kissing the bare, smooth skin and following the curve inward.
Bennet gasped, then held his breath, holding himselfstill and calm as my lips moved to his hole, kissing him tenderly and feeling his body respond. His hole clenched as I extended my tongue and pressed the tip against it, licking him once gently, then again, a little harder.
My hands moved along his legs, then inside along his thighs until I let my right hand reach in and wrap around his hard cock, his balls resting on my wrist as I held him calmly in my fist.
He throbbed hard when I licked him again, the pressure of my tongue growing with each move of my head. If he had been braving through it quietly until now, that was gone. All control shattered, Bennet trembled and moaned, leaning his torso lower and grabbing my pillow to bury his face in it. The sound only encouraged me.
As he pressed his face hard into the pillow, Bennet thrust his ass back against me, curving his lower back in and ramming himself against my face.
I wanted it all. I took it all. I kissed him and licked him and thrust my tongue so hard against him it nearly entered his body.
I was big, and he was inexperienced. We weren’t going to rush this. So I took my sweet time pleasuring him gently, licking him until my chin was wet and saliva had trickled down his taint and balls to my forearm. Then, letting go of his stiff, unmoving cock, I licked my finger and pressed it against his hole, making circles around it.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Yes. Fuck. Please,” he said, voice tapering at the end.
I applied a little more pressure, feeling the tip of my finger sinking into his body, and Bennet sucked air through his teeth. I paused, massaging him for a moment longer until he nodded, urging me to try again.
He squared his shoulders, shoulder blades rising higher, and he spread his knees a little more. As he did so, relaxing himself for my finger, I sank into him.
“Fuck, yes,” he whimpered. “Keep going. Feels so good.”