He spread his legs a little wider as he hoarsely whispered, “Turn around and let me taste you, Julian.”
The suction on his dick stopped, and he almost groaned from the loss as Julian lifted his head. Beckett lost his breath at the sight. Wet lips parted, cheeks flushed with color as the tip of Julian’s tongue darted out to dip in Beckett’s slit, sending a searing rush of heat straight to his balls.
Julian’s hooded eyes slowly lifted to his. Their unusual blue/green color peeked from behind a fringe of dark lashes. “I love sucking your cock, B. I need you to lie back and let me do this.”
When the meaning of Julian’s words seeped into him, he understood. Beckett wanted nothing more than to please Julian, but tonight had to be on Julian’s terms. There would be many more times to taste Julian in their future; he’d make sure of it.
He smiled down at Julian and softly traced his flushed cheek with the pad of his thumb. Julian’s confident gaze changed as if searching for understanding and approval. Beckett nodded as his heart fully connected. Julian took him back into his mouth, driving him to the edge with each dip of his head and stroke of his tongue.
Beckett’s toes curled, and his eyes slammed shut when Julian’s warm palm cupped his balls and caressed them. Need coursed through Beckett as he rode the sensation of the moment. He thrust up into that tight wet mouth, urging Julian to handle him a little rougher. Julian did exactly that and then some.
Beckett pumped his hips as he drove his fingernails across Julian’s scalp then tangled his fingers in all that silky hair. Those warm lips slid up and down his shaft, sending chills all over his body. Fire raced through his veins. He forced his eyes open, intent on memorizing everything about this moment.
“So pretty with your lips wrapped around me,” he hissed, watching Julian’s head bob as the suction on his cock increased and had him approaching the point of no return quicker than he’d like. He tightened his fingers against the man’s scalp as he fought the release building within him.
“So close,” he said through gritted teeth. Julian’s tongue traveled around his sensitive tip as he spoke. Fuck, that skilled tongue was talented.
He thrust into Julian’s mouth harder, needing more. The heat of Julian’s palm retreated from his balls, and deft fingers moved tantalizingly down his perineum. His body tensed and his legs shook with anticipation when Julian’s finger found his hole and pushed inside. The combination of Julian’s mouth and tongue were maddening as he rode the finger in his ass. His stomach muscles hurt from the intensity of it all.
Julian swallowed around him, sending shock waves vibrating down his shaft. It was all too much. He tried to warn Julian the only way he could, by pushing him away. The overwhelming pleasure stole his voice.
Julian clung to him tighter, swallowing around him, curling that finger against his prostate, rendering him blind with pleasure. He succumbed to the ecstasy and emptied his balls down that hot, slick throat.
“Fuck, yes, Julian,” he gasped, clenching around the finger in his ass as he held Julian’s hair and continued bucking into that glorious mouth even though his balls had been wrung dry. After the last shudder echoed through his body and his muscles quit seizing, he relaxed against the bed.
His heart raced, his eyes heavy with bliss as he glanced down at Julian and caressed his hair with the tips of his fingers. A triumphant smile widened on Julian’s beautiful face. It took Beckett a few calming breaths to get his body back under control before he could speak.
“Come here,” he huskily growled while reaching for Julian, drawing him up his body. He took those pouty lips in a hard kiss. The bitter, salty taste of his own seed exploded across his palate as Julian’s tongue tangled with his.
After years of giving and receiving hundreds, maybe a thousand blow jobs, Julian instinctively knew this one had mattered the most. Beckett. Such a ravishing, vibrant, gentle man who methodically showed Julian his value at every opportunity.
“Do you have anything to say?” Julian teased, preening under his own self-satisfaction.
“Best of my life.” Beckett didn’t hesitate except to yawn in the middle of his praise.
“Well, of course, it was,” Julian quipped as if that were a given. His body hummed with excitement even as Beckett’s big body softened with fatigue. Julian’s long sexual drought had come to an end, and he couldn’t be more pleased.
There wasn’t a light at the end of his dark, lonely tunnel but a vivid disco ball of color, luring Julian out of his fog.
“How are you?” Beckett murmured.
“I think I need a T-shirt to commemorate the resurgence of my oral proficiency. Maybe pose nude for it?” Julian asked, unable to squelch his chuckle. “I’m good. Real good. Thank you.”