Page 32 of Unexpected Prejudice

His eyes darted from me to where I nurtured a very obvious erection, and he licked his lips.

“Do you want to know what I like?” he asked, inching his face so close to mine I could feel his breath on my skin.

Anticipation trickled down my throat. “Y-yeah.”

“So, ask me, Jordan. Ask me what I like.” His angelic blue eyes followed me eagerly, detecting every movement and reaction on my face. He caressed my jaw while waiting for me to answer, softly touching my rough edges.

“W-what do you like?” My heart stopped when the question slipped through my lips, and when he moved his hand and cupped me through my pants, I felt my soul leaving my body.

“Fuck,” I gasped and was even more shocked when he lowered himself down until he faced my zipper.

“What do I like?” He dragged out his words while his fingers worked to unzip me. “That’s a very good question, Jordan.”

“Shay-Lee,” I whispered his name when he pulled down my jeans and boxer briefs to set my cock free. I watched in shock as my hard dick bounced and hit the side of his cheek, leaving a trail of precum on his flawless skin. Shay-Lee’s eyes grew bigger before he touched the traces of my premature excitement and sucked his fingers clean.

“I like big cocks.” He smiled and wrapped his hand around my length. “Big, heavy, gorgeous cocks like yours, Jordan.”

“Holy shit,” I rasped.

“And do you know why I like them?” He pressed his cheek against my dick while looking at me with eyes that seemed sinfully innocent.

“W-why?”

“Because they help me forget.”

“F-forget wha—Oh shit!” I gasped when Shay-Lee used his tongue to lick the tip of my dick, moved it down my shaft and all the way to the base and up. My body froze with nerves and excitement, and I was scared I’d come way too fast and embarrass myself in front of him. It wasn’t my first time getting a blow job; far from it. I’d had enough faceless hookups with guys I met on apps, but being here with Shay-Lee? It was on a whole other level. I felt like a virgin with my shaky fingers and cold sweat.

Shay-Lee grabbed my hand and brought it to his hair as if sensing my concerns.

“Don’t be afraid of getting rough. I can take it.” He winked then lowered his head again and wrapped his luscious lips around my length. His head bobbed up and down, each time taking me a bit further down his mouth until the tip of my cock touched the back of his throat. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he swallowed me whole, not stopping even for a second.

I ran my fingers through his golden mane and looked down at his hollow cheeks and swollen lips. His mouth was stretched around my girth, and drool ran down his chin. I wanted to reach over and touch his beautiful face. I wanted to tell him how good he made me feel, but I couldn’t. I was so immersed in the pleasure of his mouth and the insanity of the situation that I forgot how to speak, how to move, how to fucking breathe.

My muscles tightened as my orgasm built up in the small of my back; I always felt tingling in my legs right before I came.

“I’m gonna come,” I warned, trying to hold it in. Instead of pulling back, Shay-Lee only went harder.

Moaning around my cock, he used his hand to squeeze my balls, and that sent me over the edge. My hips jerked up from the couch as heat spread through my body, and I cried out as the most intense orgasm of my life hit me. I spilled deep inside his throat and watched with awe as he drank it all up, not letting a drop go to waste.

For a second, my brain seemed to stop working. I couldn’t even begin to process this insane experience when Shay-Lee wiped the corner of his mouth and straightened up.

I just sat there with my jeans around my thighs and my softening cock hanging out.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” he asked, getting up from the couch and stepping toward the bathroom.

I suddenly realized I’d been so shocked that I had forgotten the most important part. I almost stumbled on my feet as I tried to get up and tuck myself back in simultaneously.

“Wait.” I stopped him before he could walk into the bathroom. “Don’t you want me to, you know, touch you?” As I spoke, my gaze wandered down his body and stopped on his groin. I’d expected to find an impressive erection, one that would make my mouth water, but— “Oh.”

I swallowed back my words as I noticed his lack of excitement. Self-awareness struck me, and I felt ashamed. I was so caught up with Shay-Lee’s giving me the best sexual experience of my life that I didn’t stop to check how it was going for him. For fuck sake, Jordy. I always prioritized my partner’s pleasure over my own, but when it mattered the most, I’d utterly failed and forgotten about that one crucial part.

“Don’t worry about it,” Shay-Lee said and gave me a friendly smack on the cheek. “I had fun.” Before I could respond, he snuck into the bathroom and shut the door.

By the time he came out, I’d already made the couch for him to sleep on.

“Thanks, Jordy.” He smiled, dropped his body on the sofa and grabbed his phone. Suddenly, it rang, and Shay-Lee’s face twisted with displeasure before he tossed it on the floor. I was pretty sure he must have cracked his screen.

“Who was that?”