Bad Ideas (First & Forever 4)

As soon as I started the engine, a text message from Theo arrived and my heart did a somersault. He’d written: If you feel like coming over, I’d like to see you. Just so you know, I’m terrible company right now and totally incapable of carrying on a conversation.

When I replied telling him I’d be there in fifteen minutes, his next message said: I’ll leave the door unlocked for you. Please lock up after you let yourself in. You can use the shower if you want to, then come find me at the back of the second floor. I thought all of that showed a surprising amount of trust.

Once I got there, I decided to park in his driveway, because walking five blocks uphill was more than I wanted to face right then. Then I followed his instructions, making a point of locking the door before heading upstairs.

He’d left a clean towel on the bathroom counter, and after I showered and dried off, I wrapped it around my hips and went to find Theo. Along the way, I passed a large library. Unlike the bedroom, it appeared to be perfectly tidy and organized.

The room at the back of the second floor spanned the full width of the house. The lights were off, but there was enough ambient light coming in through the wall of windows that I could see Theo sprawled out on his back on a round ottoman near the center of the room.

His eyes were closed, and he was dressed in ripped jeans and a dark-colored T-shirt. I could just barely hear some rock music filtering out from the headphones he wore.

Since he couldn’t see or hear me, I worried about scaring the shit out of him if I said anything or touched him. But without opening his eyes, he murmured, “Come here, Casey. I know you’re there because I can smell my body wash on you.”

I padded across the room, stood between his bare feet, and dropped the towel. Then I pushed his legs farther apart and knelt between them. I watched him as I unbuttoned the fly of his vintage Levi’s. His eyes remained shut.

An Aerosmith song began to seep faintly from his headphones, the only sound in the otherwise silent room. I glanced at the countless houseplants lined up along the windows, silhouetted in the darkness. The smell of damp soil tinged the air and made this place seem slightly surreal, outdoors in.

I slid my hands around Theo’s hips to his ass, then drew them down his thighs, bringing his jeans and briefs with me. Since I was between his legs, I had to shift to get them off. I tossed them on the floor, returned to my position, and ran my tongue up his inner thigh. It was gratifying when his breath caught.

His skin smelled fresh from a recent shower. I grasped his legs by the backs of his knees and pushed them up and apart, almost folding him in half. Then I licked him from his asshole to his balls—one big, long lick, then another. His cock swelled, and he shifted on the ottoman.

I swallowed his cock in one motion, taking him to the base before dragging my lips back to the tip. After that, I began to suck it hard and fast. His whimpers and mewls were the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

It would have been easy to finish him off, but instead I moved to his tight little pucker. With my hands still on the backs of his knees, I spread his legs wider and feasted on his hole. He arched off the ottoman and cried out with pleasure as I began tongue-fucking him.

A minute later, Theo started jerking himself off. He was just moments from coming, and I didn’t want that to happen anywhere but in my mouth. I pushed his hand aside and gripped his shaft, then started sucking him again.

He raised himself up on his elbows, and the headphones tumbled to the floor. The music was just a little louder now that it wasn’t muffled. He was breathing hard, and he stroked my hair as he managed, “Casey…I’m going to come.” I didn’t need the warning, because I wasn’t going anywhere.

Theo yelled as his orgasm tore from him, and his hand tightened into a fist in my hair. Most of his jizz shot straight down my throat while he bucked and whimpered. But right at the end I slid to the tip, moaning with pleasure as I savored the last of his load on my tongue.

He fell back, gasping for breath as his body shuddered. I let him recover for a few moments, and then I slid my hands under him and picked him up.

That startled him, and he quickly wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I said softly, “I’ve got you. There’s nothing to worry about,” as I carried him to bed.