Page 37 of All of Us

He kissed my thigh, then moved back up. Chills ran through me as he licked and sucked the skin on the other side. Finally, he wrapped his hand around me. The small amount of friction as he ran his fingers up my length coaxed a long, low moan out of me.

“You like that.” He said it as a statement, looking up and smirking.

“Fuck yes. I am aching.”

Without another word. He dipped his tongue in my sensitive slit. At that moment, I knew he would taste me. My legs shook as he ran his lips around the glans. The heat was intense, and my hand went to his head. I needed to ground myself, because it felt like I might float away.

He sucked my cockhead into his mouth, and his hand followed his mouth along my solid rod. Pulling off, he gently sucked on the side of my throbbing shaft, then used his teeth to scrape the taut skin. I could feel my body respond as a dribble of precum came to the tip, which he eagerly lapped up. He took me deeply again, hollowing out his cheeks, and sucked. The firm grip he had on my ass controlled me, and when he pulled my hips toward him, I hit the back of his throat—lightning traveled throughout me.

“Gentry. I’m. I.” He pulled off and looked up at me. My stomach flipped and fluttered. The sight of him on his knees for me was magnificent.

“Let me make you feel good.” He didn’t wait for an answer; he just sucked the crown back into his mouth and took me deep into his throat. I could feel him swallow around the sensitive head, my mind unable to form thoughts because I was completely lost in the feeling.

“Fuck, Gentry. It’s so good.”

He picked up the pace, then stopped and held me there each time my cock met resistance. His hands moved to my balls, massaged them, then pushed on my taint and moved toward my hole. When he brushed the tips over the sensitive nerves of my opening, I exploded. The noises I made were feral, and I was completely lost in the sensation as I emptied into his mouth.

“Ungh.” It was the only thing I could verbalize.

I reached for him, pulled him up, and demanded a kiss, seeking my flavor on his tongue. It made my cock rally, but I knew I had a bit before I would be ready again. I dropped to my knees because I wanted to give him the same pleasure. When I took him in hand, his fingers wrapped around my knuckles.

“Can I cover your face?” The request was filthy, but it made something inside me dance, because it felt like a way to claim me. I nodded. Our hands together, we stroked him only a few more times.

“Stick out your tongue.” I did as he asked. Within seconds, I felt his hot come on my tongue and lips. As he pulsed a few more times, I enjoyed the sound of his moans and relished my name on his lips while his orgasm rolled through him, each ribbon landing on my skin.

“You are so beautiful, covered in my seed.” I stood in front of him, and he kissed me deeply, his tongue gathering his release. I drove my tongue between his lips, aroused by the taste of us both.

When we parted, he leaned his forehead against mine. “That was amazing, Joe. We need to find all the ways we are compatible.” He grinned at me. The look on his face was relaxed and happy, and I hoped I looked the same.

“I agree.”

We got back to our shower. Thankfully, Arthur insisted on putting in a tankless water heater. Without a word, he got the shampoo and washed my shoulder-length hair. The feeling of his fingers against my scalp was decadent. We gathered our dinner, which was on the front porch, and had definitely cooled, but I wouldn’t change a moment.

We ate in the living room like it was the most natural thing in the world. I dropped a pickle on the ground, and he teased me for being messy. It felt comfortable. Right. It was easy to imagine him in my space all of the time, especially when he would glance over at me and smile. I noticed how his eyes would sparkle like he knew something I didn’t. I liked him a lot, and it wasn’t only the sex; he was funny and sweet. It felt good having him here.

We washed the few dishes we used. Occasionally, he would lean over and steal a kiss. My heart would go all fluttery, and I felt things I had no business feeling.

Mont’s words came back to me.

Make sure you are honest. Communicate.

Once we were in the kitchen, I sat down on the couch and faced Gentry. “There was something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh no.” I watched as his eyes grew cloudy for a moment, but it passed.

“I thought you should know I am dating one other person. We aren’t having penetrative sex, but we do fool around. If that is a deal breaker.” I stopped talking abruptly.

Okay, I said it. I could see making this thing between us exclusive, but I needed to spend more time with Dusty to see if he wanted a relationship.

It took a minute before he responded.

“Okay.” He rubbed his chin like he was thinking. “I can’t say it excites me, but for the moment I’d like to consider this an open relationship.”

“We're in a relationship?”

He grinned at me. “I’d like to be even though I have never dated anybody in that way, well, you know why.”

Every word he said was measured and deliberate. He was obviously thinking things through.