As it was, Caleb’s toes turned out to be of particular interest to me.
To him too, because he flopped back on the bed and groaned. He covered his face with his hands as I sucked each one into my mouth. After I was done, I braced his heel on the lip of the platform supporting the bed, then I went to town on his other foot. By the time I was done, he was splayed out before me, both feet braced on the platform. I had a nice view of his hole, but I ignored it because I knew he just wasn’t ready for that.
This moment was all about him.
Well, mostly. My own dick was demanding attention, so I unzipped my pants and pushed them down enough so I could free my dick. But I didn’t touch myself. Instead, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Caleb’s balls, then licked my way up his shaft. Caleb let out a muffled curse. I wrapped my arms around his legs to keep him from moving too much, then sucked the crown of his dick into my mouth. I welcomed the sweetness of the pre-cum that flowed over my tongue, then began sucking gently on the crown.
Caleb bucked into my mouth, but I used my hold on his thighs to keep him from moving too much.
“God, Jace, please!” Caleb begged desperately.
More pre-cum slid over my tongue and down my throat and I knew it meant he wouldn’t last. My own dick was leaking, so he wasn’t the only one.
I wrapped my fingers around his base and took him farther into my mouth. Fingers dug into my scalp and the accompanying bite of pain did nothing but turn me on even more. I reached between my own legs and began jerking myself off. Since I no longer had a hold of Caleb’s thighs, he began fucking my mouth. I managed to relax my gag reflex enough to take him all the way inside. Caleb pumped into me over and over, but when I gagged a little, he froze and then tried to pull out of my mouth.
“Jace, God, I’m sorry!”
I ignored the horror in his voice and released my own dick so I could wrap my arms around his hips. The move kept him from escaping me like he wanted. Since I knew he was only doing it because he thought he was hurting me, I held him still and sucked him to the back of my throat and began humming around his rigid flesh.
“Jace, yes, fuck, yes, please!”
More words spilled from his throat, but I couldn’t understand most of them. He was back to fucking my mouth. Despite my hold on him, he suddenly lurched to a sitting position and dug his fingers into my hair. My own lust spiked as he took control and began to fuck me without any kind of hesitation. I shifted my body so I could look at him while he was doing it.
“Jace,” he whispered in disbelief. His face was pulled into an expression that was a mix of near-pain and want and I reveled in knowing that I'd done that to him. That I’d sent him to a place where all he could do was respond to the needs of his body.
But I wanted to make sure he knew I wanted what he was doing to me just as badly. I had no doubt he’d freaked moments earlier when he’d heard me gag because he’d probably experienced that same thing before.
Never in a million years did I want him to equate what had been done to him to what he was doing to me.
With my hands once again free, I began jerking myself off frantically. It was all I could do to keep my throat relaxed enough to take Caleb’s pummeling. Caleb saw me fucking my own hand and his mouth parted.
“Yes,” he gasped. “Just like that.”
I didn’t know if he was talking about me fucking my hand or me deep-throating him, but I didn’t really care. I was too lost in his glassy eyes to care.
“I’m going to come,” Caleb said as he shook his head. “It’s too much!” he cried out. Seconds later, he began spurting down my throat. I choked a bit, but then hollowed my cheeks to draw out the orgasm for him. He shouted in relief as he continued to pump into me. His climax set off mine and I was forced to pull off him to shout out my own pleasure. I felt cum hit my chin right before I looked down to watch my own release spew from the head of my flushed dick. My body was racked with spasms and I had to grab Caleb’s thigh to steady myself.
The orgasm seemed to go on forever. When it finally eased, all I could hear was my own heavy pants as I tried to catch my breath. Caleb’s fingers were linked with mine where they were pressed against his thigh. I looked up at him and saw him watching me with wonder. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to.