Page 159 of Seasons of Love
“Fuck.” I knee him in his thigh, trying to get out of my shorts. “Sorry. At least it wasn’t your balls.”
“No, but you can apologize to them too.”
“My pleasure.”
I travel down his body but don’t spend much time in any particular area. My goal is to suck his dick and eat his ass before I prep him.
“God, your cock is beautiful.” I take his head into my mouth and suck.
He cants his hips, asking for more, and I oblige.
“Turn around,” he says.
“What?”
“Turn around and let me suck you.”
I let go of his dick with a pop.
“Can’t. If you do, I’ll come in three seconds flat,” I say.
“Milo,” he says with the calmest of voices. “Let me make you come to take the edge off. I promise to help you recover so you can fuck me.”
I fall on the mattress, partly across from him. “Fuck, you drive a hard bargain.”
He covers my body with his and kisses me. I open my legs to give him space, and he lines up our cocks.
I don’t even know if we’re the right way up on the bed or across it. All I know is that Ellis’s cock rubbing against mine will be enough to make me come if he doesn’t stop it.
“Ellis…” I moan.
He wraps his hand around my cock and strokes it slowly, twisting his wrist and tightening his grip. The more I beg, the less he gives me.
I grab a pillow and put it over my face because I can’t risk waking Sara. This is going to be one motherfucker of an orgasm. I can already feel it building.
He releases my cock and replaces his hand with his mouth. My ears ring and my breathing is labored. Who knew Ellis Bradford, the teacher with the gentle manner, could be such a surprise in bed?
I open my legs wider to give him a hint, and he takes it because the pad of his finger massages my rim. It’s too much sensation with his mouth bobbing up and down on my cock, the sucking, the wet warmth, the fact that it’s Ellis.
Before I can warn him, my balls draw up tight and my orgasm takes over. My body makes so many involuntary jerks that, for a brief second, his finger breaches the ring of muscle in my ass. That just draws out the pleasure even more.
I feel like I’ve just run a marathon. My heart is racing, my dick is extra sensitive, and I’m still hard.
There’s movement on the bed, but I’m too dead to check what he’s doing.
A second later, something wet cleans my dick, and then I feel him line his body next to mine. He lifts a corner of the pillow.
“Are you alive?”
“Barely, you motherfucker,” I say. “What kind of fucking special ninja blowjob skills are those?”
He chuckles and removes the pillow from my face, placing it under my head.
“I didn’t do anything you wouldn’t in my place.”
“Yeah, fair enough. I can’t move now though. I want to. But you deceased me.”
He rests his head on his forearm and faces me. I put my arm around him, and he cuddles against me, placing one leg over mine.
