I grind my hips for more friction and so his own cock can have some relief. He groans, stroking me faster now. “I want to feel your mouth—” He bites his lip and shuts his eyes, “Sobad.”
“Not yet,” I gasp but I’m right on the edge. It only takes a few more strokes before I’m coming on his chest. “Shit,” I whimper as Christos takes his time milking my shaft. Once I’m completely spent, I rest my head on his shoulder, his fur tickling like soft stubble.
It would be so easy to sit right here till I fall asleep—but that breaks our rules. And I am a man of my word. I sit up and push him down onto the bed. He settles onto the pillow, dark brown eyes fixed on me as I slide down his body and settle between his legs.
“You want to come in my mouth?”
“Yes, Roderick. I’d love to watch you swallow me.”
I kiss the wide head of his cock before wrapping my lips around him. Again, Christos is grabbing the sheets like his life depends on it. My lips leave his cock with a pop.
“You can touch me.” I take one of his hands and guide it to the back of my head. “You’ve earned this.”
I shoot him a wink before taking him in my mouth again.
His palm wraps around my head and pushes me down. I open my mouth as much as possible. I’m barely halfway down the shaft when I feel him hit the back of my throat. Then he grabs a handful of hair and drags me off his cock.
I take a deep breath, my heart racing.
“Too much?” He asks with a look of concern.
A laugh bubbles at the back of my throat. “I can breathe through my nose.” I twirl my tongue in my mouth, gathering up asmuch saliva as I can before licking the very base of his cock. He grunts as I get him as wet as possible before taking him in my mouth again. My hands work the base while my lips and tongue take the top and tip.
He smiles, the angelic expression in stark contrast to his massive hand guiding me up and down his cock. At one point he holds me down, half his shaft buried in my throat.
“So fucking hot,” he grunts. “Perfect fucking mouth—shit.” He lets up and I bob my head, taking pleasure in his cockhead ramming my throat.
“I’m close!”
His muscles strain and a moment later he floods my mouth with salty cum. I swallow as much as I can, but after two gulps, I rear my head back. Cum splatters across my face.
His head is rolled all the way back, gasping and groaning as he spills. His muscular chest heaves while the peaks of his thighs shake. I’m so captivated I don’t care about the mess rolling down my neck and dripping between my pecks. It’s probably in my hair—no don’t ruin this moment. Focus on him, the sound of him, the taste of him, the heat rolling off his spent body.
I drag the flat of my tongue over the head of his cock, still spilling cum, and his head snaps forward with a gasp. We watch each other, me still obsessed with how he unravels while he’s fixated on how I play with his cock and cum.
“Shit—sorry!” He grabs my face and starts wiping away the thick globs of cum.
I run my tongue over my lips, then open my mouth to catch more of him.
He looks down at me, cradling my face in his hands. He murmurs, “I want to remember this…”
Once his thumbs can’t clear away any more cum, he reaches into the bedside table and hands me a fresh towel. I accept it, my mouth starting to feel dry.
“Always prepared…”
“That’s, uh…” Clearly he was about to say something but thought better of it.
Even in my post sex haze I put the pieces together. “Is this your jizz rag?”
“I mean…” He rubs the back of his neck. “It still is.”
I wipe off my face before tossing it at his chest, which is still covered in my own mess. “Showers all yours,” he offers while he cleans himself up.
I scrub my face first, then take a second to smell his shampoo before using it on myself. Once I’m done, I keep the water running for him. Only instead of going right to the shower, he catches my hips and kisses me.
“That was so good,” he whispers against my lips before kissing me all over, my lips, my cheeks, my forehead, and finally my crown—where he stops to sniff.
“You like pine? I could maybe…” Am I really offering to switch up shampoos for him? Granted, the purple shampoo I use right now smells terrible, like a chemical spill at the hair salon.