Page 13 of Reese’s Protection

Excitement zipped through me and settled in my balls. My fingers tingled. Shit and sugar! I’d never expected to get a chance to touch him like this.

“You’re so flipping sexy,” I murmured, running my palm over his quivering abs.

He brushed his hands across my scalp and through my short hair, nails scraping as they went. Then, he pressed his palm to the back of my head, giving me a gentle push downward.

I grinned. “You want me to suck your cock now?”

“I’m not an idiot,” he murmured. “Show me what you got.”

That was a challenge if I ever heard one. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down to his knees. His cock jumped out from its prison, long and thick and flushed red at the tip. Veins wove up his length, and I dipped forward to map one of them, tracing its twisting path across the rigid shaft until I reached the base and neatly trimmed pubic hair.

“Fuck.” He breathed out roughly through his nose. “Stop teasing.”

“I’ve been wanting to do this for years. I’m going to take my time and discover every inch of this gem.” I grinned up at him, not embarrassed. Now that he knew I had a crush on him, I didn’t have any dignity to lose. His cock was mine.

I brushed the side of the head with my nose, followed by my tongue, and the groan that slipped from him went directly to my cock. I didn’t reach for myself, though. This wasn’t about me. I wanted to worship the body in front of me, spend every second learning each curve and dip.

I rubbed my right hand down his thigh while I grasped the base of his length with my left. I used my grip to slap his cock against his abs, and a string of precum connected his slit where the head had hit. The sight was enchanting, and I was hungry for a taste.

Oh, he looks so good.

I couldn’t resist anymore, and I tongued his slit, licking up the saltiness of his precum. Covering the head with my mouth, I sucked gently, curling my tongue around his sensitive tip. I’d always loved sucking cock more than getting my own serviced, and if I could spend hours licking and slurping Knox’s, I’d be the happiest man alive.

I took more of him between my lips, until I was halfway down his length, and sucked in a gentle, teasing way. I stroked his thigh and twisted my hand wrapped around the base while I raised my gaze to memorize his face. He had his eyes closed, jaw twitching, trying to hold back a reaction, but that wasn’t going to work for me. I needed to hear him beg for more and tell me I was doing a good job.

I grasped him tighter in my fist and sucked harder, tongue rolling over his slit. I moaned, adding the vibrations against his sensitive crown. It didn’t take long before he was growling, low in his throat, followed by groans of pleasure.

Happy with myself, I doubled my efforts. I was going to get him to come down my throat if it was the last thing I did.

Desire swirled low in my stomach, igniting heat that exploded through me. My cock ached and my balls drew closer to my body. Blowjobs were the best, and I’d always thought I was weird because I could come without touching myself while sucking off a sexy man. I was so close it physically hurt. I needed to get Knox to scream before I blew my load.

I dropped the hand that had been on his thigh to his balls and cupped them in my palm, squeezing just enough that they would get some nice pressure.

“Fucking hell.” Knox covered his eyes with his arm and tipped his head back. His legs trembled and his toes curled.

I popped his cock out of my mouth to grin up at him. “Shoot down my throat. I’m a swallower.”

Apparently, that was all it took because his back arched and he growled. I parted my lips and directed the head toward my mouth. Cum spurted from his slit, splattering across my tongue. Some missed my mouth completely and sprayed across my nose and chin.

I came as the first taste of the hot mess hit my system, my orgasm ripping through me hard and fast, a blazing fire that shot from my cock. There was no stopping the inferno and no chance to pull my dick out of Knox’s sweatpants. I shivered through the intensity, my abs cramping as my world tipped for a moment, then righted itself.

As promised, I swallowed everything that landed inside before I gathered the rest with my fingers and sucked them to make sure it all went down my throat.

When I was finished, I sat back on my knees and stared down at the wet spots on the sweatpants I was wearing. “Fuck.”

Knox sat up, his eyebrows hiking high on his forehead. “Did you come from blowing me?”

I sent him a grin, not ashamed to nod. “Yeah, I did. I love sucking cock.”

“Fuck, that’s sexy.” He grasped my elbow and yanked me up, and I went without protest, letting him smoosh his lips against mine. He ate my mouth in a hungry kiss that had my cock twitching again, but I was too tired to get it up right away.

His bedroom door opening had me scrambling off Knox while he yanked his boxers back up to his hips.

Layton peeked out. “Are you done yet? I heard you from in here. It was fucking gross.”

Knox rolled his eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t get laid.”

“Yeah, but not while my bro’s in the next room.” Layton yawned and scrubbed a hand through his hair as he padded out to the living room. He paused, zeroed in on my crotch, and made a face. “You have a wet spot.”