“Ah, and your ADDD kicked in. Got it.”
I laugh. “Something like that.”
Linking our hands, I lead Talon to his bedroom and push him down on the bed so he’s on his back.
“What are we trying this time?” he mocks.
“I was thinking you could fuck me, but if you’d rather play more, I’m okay with that too.”
Talon’s hand pushes down on his cock which is trying to free itself from his pants. “No more playing.”
I lower myself to my knees. My leg protests a little but not enough to stop. I take off Talon’s shoes and socks and then run my hands up his legs and over his thighs.
“How do you want to do this?” Talon asks. “I mean so it won’t hurt your leg.”
“We’ll find a way,” I murmur. “Maybe I’ll brainstorm while sucking you off first.”
“Nghhrl.”
“Is that English?”
“Yes, it’s English for you’re a big fucking tease, and I think you might kill me.”
“No one’s ever died from having an orgasm before. Unless, I dunno, if they’re eighty or whatever.”
I make quick work of his pants and pull them off along with his boxer briefs.
The cock I have memorized, the gorgeous, cut, long, and thin cock, lies against Talon’s stomach. Its angry and swollen head begs for attention, and that’s the exact reason I ignore it.
Lifting the hem of his shirt, I lean over him and kiss my way up his torso. Talon throws his head back, and I love the sounds he makes as I take a nipple into my mouth. My hands move down his sides, gripping his hip and trailing over his heated skin with light, feathery touches, but I refuse to touch his cock.
“I know if I complain, you’re only going to hold out longer,” he says through gritted teeth, “but could we maybe move this along a little faster before I lose my load?”
I chuckle and stand up straight. “Sure thing.” I lose my clothes and then go back to what I was doing, this time slowly moving my mouth closer and closer until Talon’s cock drags along my rough cheek.
It’s been so long since I’ve done this to someone I’m probably gonna be a little rusty, but I don’t care. I’ve been thinking about doing this for so fucking long.
I start small and lick my way over the tip. “Mmm.”
Talon’s hips jackknife off the bed, and he gasps before releasing a string of curses that makes me laugh.
“What? You’re acting like you’ve never had a guy’s mouth on your dick before.”
“Funny, smartass. Less talking. More sucking.”
“Now who’s the bossy one?” I bury my head between Talon’s legs instead of giving him what he wants, and my tongue laps at one of his balls.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Talon whispers.
“Name’s Miller, actually. But I can be your god anytime.”
Talon snorts. “You’re as lame in bed with guys as you are with girls, and I still don’t know how that line works, but it does. I will gladly worship you for the rest of my life if you keep doing what you’re doing.”
When I’m done teasing his sac, I run my tongue up his hard shaft and flatten it against the pulsing vein.
“God, I love the feel of your stubble.”
He’s gonna love it even more in a second. I engulf his whole cock in my mouth, dusting off the deep-throating skills I learned years ago.
Talon’s breathing becomes shallow. “I don’t want to think about how you’re so good at that.”
A pang of regret hits me, because part of me wishes we could’ve had this back then if I’d only ever gotten the courage to say something. But we were both young, and I can guarantee we wouldn’t be here today doing this had I mentioned years ago that I’ve dreamed of this moment.
They say when fantasies become realities, they’re always a letdown, because nothing is ever as good as what your imagination can conjure. But when you want something so desperately, the surreal experience of getting it won’t let you be disappointed.
Ever since Talon arrived on my doorstep, I’ve been riding a wave of I have to make the most of it and holy fuck, this can’t be real.
Talon lifts his hips, almost making me gag, but fuck, if it doesn’t feel like the best sex I’ve ever had, even though he’s the one getting to have all the fun right now.
He moves in and out of my mouth, and I tell myself to memorize his velvety tight skin and the sound he makes every time the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat.
“Do you want me to fuck you or come in your mouth?” Talon asks. “Because I’m close.”
I’m tempted to let him come—he has the stamina to go again later—but I want this too much, and I want it now.
Reluctantly, I pull off his cock, and Talon’s breathing slowly evens out.