Page 55 of Double Dared
“Then take your clothes off,” he said.
I tugged my sweatpants a little lower as Harrison came closer with the jockstrap hanging from his hand. As I took off the sweatpants, standing naked and hard in front of him, Harrison grinned a little brighter.
I watched him as he brought the cup of my jockstrap closer to his face, then buried his nose and mouth into it, taking a deep breath.
“You’re so fucking weird,” I said, but my mouth split into a broad grin, and I shook my head in disbelief. “It’s sweaty and…”
“Nothing’s embarrassing, Taylor,” he said, then took another breath and tossed the jockstrap on the bed. “It smells like you. It’s beautiful.”
“Your turn,” I said as he came close and folded me into his arms. “Tell me something you’re embarrassed of.”
“Do I look like I’m embarrassed of anything?” he asked.
“You have to be,” I said, slipping one hand between us to undo his buttons one by one.
He chuckled and kissed the tip of my nose. “If I had to come up with something, I’d say I’m embarrassedthat I resisted you for as long as I did. Especially after you kissed me.”
“It was fake,” I said, but we both heard the lie in my voice. “It was just a dare.”
“Does that matter?” he asked.
I shook my head, then pushed him away and undid the rest of his buttons, parting the shirt to reveal his broad chest and chiseled abs. The shirt went over his round shoulders and down those strong, masculine arms, falling on the floor behind him as I reached for his belt.
“I want to suck your dick,” I said, my breath shallower already. “I want you to teach me.”
Harrison covered my hands with his, then helped me with his belt and zipper, letting me take his pants down his legs as I fell to my knees.
He was incredibly hard, dick fat and throbbing in his underwear, barely contained by the soft, expensive fabric. He reached for the back of my head and took a fistful of my hair into his curling fingers. Gently, he held me as I pulled his underwear down his legs and helped him step out of his clothes.
His dick seemed even bigger now than it had last night. Maybe it was the perspective. Last night, I hadn’t tried to take it in my mouth, so it hadn’t intimidated me.
Now…
“Just relax,” Harrison said. “You don’t have to go deep.”
I couldn’t even if I meant to. So I wrapped my handaround the base of it and stroked him slowly, watching the silver bead of precum gathering in the slit of his cock.
I looked up at Harrison, then remembered just how hot it had been this morning, which felt like it had happened years ago. “Spit on it,” I said.
His eyes flashed with mischief as I lowered my head and opened my mouth wide under his cock.
Harrison spat from above, his saliva landing perfectly on the tip of his cock and sliding around it and into my mouth, warm and strange. I lifted my head immediately and wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking the spit and the head of his dick into my mouth, painfully aware that my teeth could make him wince at any moment.
But Harrison didn’t wince. He watched me, fascinated, as I struggled to ignore the thundering heartbeat that flooded my ears and the side of his cock reaching near my throat.
It wouldn’t go further than that. Not for a million bucks. But dammit, I was going to make that work somehow.
Clumsily, I tried to pair the movement of my fist with my head, messing it up three times and nearly choking on his dick once before I got the hang of it, closing my lips tighter around him and letting the vacuum of my mouth pleasure him the way my throat couldn’t.
Harrison bit his lips hard, throbbing a few times inside my mouth and whispering encouragements thatI hadn’t realized I needed so badly.
“You’re doing so well,” he said. “You’re making me feel so fucking good. So fucking good.”
My heart sped up, and so did my fist, even if my head moved back and forth somewhat evenly.
“Don’t stop sucking that dick, baby boy,” he said, his voice pitched a little higher, hand gently pressing the back of my head, the other one resting over his left pec. “I wanna see how deep you can take it.”
And fuck, if that didn’t loosen my throat a little, nothing would. I widened my mouth, letting air pour into it and saliva drip down my chin, my throat relaxing just enough to take him half an inch deeper before it constricted again.
