Page 27 of One Time Only (One Time Only 1)
“Mmmm. You taste like you want me so damn much,” Stone says in a satisfied hum, then he blows a warm stream of air across my shaft.
And that—
That turns me on.
That makes my dick leak.
I do want him, so much so I’m shaking with lust.
I grip his head with both hands, trying to maintain some shred of control, some semblance of being a man getting blown, not a teenager.
But hell, this is hard.
His hand slides back down my cock, his lips brushing the head, making me tremble with need.
The need to get off.
To get off with another person for the first time in nearly two years.
Stone flicks his tongue against the crown, and my hips jerk up, my body begging for him to take me all the way. Soon, I’ll be begging with words. I need to get this under control. I have to find the will. Have to tell him this may only take seconds.
With my fingers coiled on his skull, I clear my throat, tugging him away from my dick. “I’m not going to last long,” I mutter, staring up at the ceiling of the limo.
But when my gaze returns to him, the man is grinning, all wicked and satisfied. “That so?”
“It’s been a while,” I admit, a little embarrassed.
Or maybe a lot.
“A long while,” I add.
His grin disappears. His green eyes are open, judgment-free. “You can fuck my face for an hour or for a minute. I’m down for anything.”
I swallow roughly, grateful that Stone’s not asking more questions. “Bet on a minute,” I tell him, a wry grin tugging at my lips too.
“Good. Because that means I can make you come again, then. There are so many fun ways to get off, don’t you think?”
Stone doesn’t seem to care about the answer, since he bats my right hand away so he can dip his face into my lap again. He sucks the head between his lips, making my pulse surge and wildly thrum through my entire being.
After pushing my pants farther down, he slides a hand under my cock and cups my balls. My skin sizzles all over as he plays with me, as he murmurs against my dick, licking stripes up the underside as he talks. “Love that you’ve got size everywhere. Your cock, your balls—there’s more of you to play with. More of you to lick and suck and tease.”
But he doesn’t tease.
He takes.
He takes all of me in seconds, drawing me to the back of his mouth until I am lodged in his throat. It’s miraculous how fantastic it feels.
I hiss, my hips shooting up as desire ricochets through me. Tightens in me instantly, a storm of lust brewing in the base of my spine as I sink into the bliss of contact, of desire, of touch.
It’s been so long.
But this is like riding a bike.
And I let go of the handlebars, flying downhill.
I let go of all my stress, let go of everything else in the world. I give in to the delicious torture, to the mind-bending blur of the twin sensations of him tugging on my balls as he swirls his tongue all along my shaft.
I give myself over to the foreign feeling of this.
This thing I haven’t indulged in for so long—pleasure with another person.
And now, I want to indulge in everything. Want to have every ounce of ecstasy, of lust.
Most of all, I want to come.
I want to come in his throat.
Want to watch his lips suck my dick hard.
Want to see his eyes roll back in his head as I fuck his sinful mouth.
I snap my eyes open, savoring the sight in front of me, the rock star between my legs, devouring my cock. His right hand slides up and down my thigh, and his left plays with my balls while his lips are stretched wide around my shaft.
All of me so damn deep in his mouth.
It’s filthy, the way he sucks me to the root. Filthy and beautiful as he rocks his mouth up and down my dick. My hands curl tighter around his head, gripping him, driving him deeper onto my shaft as lust crackles along my spine, builds in a fury, and then explodes.
Savagely.
I shove in farther as my body sizzles, and I warn him of my release. “Coming. Coming now.”
I toss my head back, grunting, growling.
Losing all my control as I climax down his throat.
My world spins off its axis as I pant, moan, and shake. Everything is black and beautiful, and I am so far gone I can’t think, can’t speak.
All I can do is groan over and over.
I can’t even stop when he lets go of me with a loud, wet pop.
I can’t stop when he climbs back up on me, straddling me again.
Or when he wraps his arms around my neck, threads his fingers through my hair, and brushes a tender, sexy kiss to my lips.
