Page 50 of The Lockdown Mann

“You taste good,” he says, before sliding his mouth down my dick, taking me into his mouth, sucking on my thick meat like he’s starving.

“Goddamn, you look good with my dick in your mouth. You like that? You like sucking my cock?”

He pulls off and says, “Yes.”

“Why don’t you taste my balls too? I bet you’ll like those just as much.”

Oakley dips his head down and does exactly as I asked, licking and sucking at my sac. He looks up at me as he laps at it, his tongue laving each of my nuts before he moves back to my shaft again.

His mouth is so damn warm and tight around my shaft that I swear I could lose it at any second. My high is even more potent because I know I’m the only man he has ever done this with. That when it comes to men, every one of his kisses, of his touches, of two dicks rubbing together, comes from me.

It makes me feel fucking invincible.

He watches me, looking up and into my eyes as I thrust gently into his mouth. I don’t let loose on him, just give him as much as I think he can take, telling him, “Fuck, you’re so good for me, Oak. I thought about this afterward. Wished I had known what it was like to feel your mouth on my dick. Thought about you in ways I shouldn’t have over the years.”

I’m not proud of that fact, but it’s true. His nostrils flare, his pupils growing in response, as he works to take me deeper, humming the way I did with him in my mouth, each movement, each stroke and lick and suck, sending me higher and higher until my toes are hanging over the ledge and I’m seconds away from careening off.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. You’re going to make me shoot.”

He takes me deeper, keeps bobbing on my dick, silently telling me he wants more, that he wants it all.

“I knew you’d be good at this. I’d use your mouth every day if you’d let me.”

Oakley reaches for me, cupping my nuts with his other hand, playing with them as he blows me, and when I can’t hold back any longer, I’m spilling into his mouth, balls high and tight as they empty down Oakley’s willing throat.

It takes him a minute to ease off, tongue still playing with my dick as I soften in his mouth. When he pulls back, he says, “That was fucking hot.”

I chuckle. “You like sucking dick?”

He gives me a smile that’s almost shy in response. “Yeah, yeah, I do.”

My heart thumps against my chest, and I pull him to his feet. Oakley reads what I want, bringing his mouth to mine.

Just like earlier, we battle for dominance, both of us wanting to lead the kiss, to be the one tasting the other, easing each other back against one of the shower walls, before the other takes over again.

My dick starts to harden, wanting him again, but I force myself to pull away. “Come on. Let’s get the chlorine off your skin too.”

I wash him the way he did me, then Oak does the same to my hair, conditioning it as well. When we’re done, we both wrap up in towels, not bothering with any other clothes, and he asks, “You got any moisturizer for your hair?”

“Why? You gonna do it for me?” I tease, but he just nods, and as not sexual as that is, my dick still twitches. It’s so damn hot to have Oakley Manning want to take care of me. “Yeah. It’s upstairs. Let’s go.” I’m not arguing about having him in my bedroom…or Oakley wanting to do this for me.

He nods, following me inside and then upstairs. “It’s in the en suite,” I say, walking that way. I can sense that he’s not behind me anymore, and I turn to see Oakley frozen in my doorway, gaze firmly on my bed.

Does he think I’d try something with him he doesn’t want? Yeah, I was just thinking about him in my room, but coming up here doesn’t really mean anything other than me getting some shit for my hair.

“Oak?”

His eyes are wide when he looks up at me, shakes his head, then begins pacing my room.

“What’s wrong?” My pulse slows until it’s damn near stopped.

“Your comforter is red and gold.”

“Yeah, is there something wrong with that?”

“No fucking way. It can’t be possible,” he says.

“What can’t be possible?”