His Hart's Command (Nothing Special 6)

“I wanna taste you first.” Free hadn’t had to ask this in a while, and it sounded slutty as hell leaving his lips, but he didn’t care. He was breathing so hard, panting, with beads of perspiration forming on his brow. He was so close. “Just one taste, please.”

“Oh my god.” Hart’s dick was like concrete stabbing his stomach. He definitely liked the sound of the suggestion, “I haven’t um…”

“Shhh. I know.” There was no uncomfortable explanation needed. Free knew it’d probably been forever since Hart had had a blowjob, like maybe twenty years forever. Oh, he wanted to make this spectacular for him, but Free was so wound up himself. He was already slithering down Hart’s chest, licking and nipping at particularly hairy places as he went. He glanced up and saw that Hart’s sharp blue eyes were focused on him, watching his every move and each flick of his tongue. He wanted to give Hart one helluva show, because he’d earned it. Free dipped his tongue into Hart’s belly button, eliciting a low hum.

“This is going to be over so damn fast,” Hart mumbled, slinging one arm over his head.

Free glanced up. “Don’t you dare hold back.”

“I don’t think I can if I tried.”

Good. Free kicked the rest of the covers to the foot of the bed, then—just to draw out the delicious agony—he slowly pulled Hart’s thin sweats and briefs down his legs and onto the floor. He settled between Hart’s fuzzy thighs and spread them enough to give himself plenty of room. For a moment, all he could do was stare. Ivan Hart lay before him in all his naked glory as slivers of light shone through the gaps in the drapes and hit his sexy body in all the right places.

Still surveying the wonderland before him, he zeroed in on Hart’s fat cock protruding from a dense, dark auburn bush. Holy fuck. Free panted noisily. Breathe. His primary goal was to get to those low-hanging balls. He wanted balls in his mouth. I’m a fiend.

“You okay?” Hart rose slightly on one elbow, looking concerned. “You don’t have to.”

Free dropped his head to Hart’s belly and took a couple of deep breaths. “I told you already. Don’t doubt me. You’ve got me so bloody worked-up by just looking at you, that I’m about to fucking come right now.” Free squeezed the base of his dick, groaning with his face covered.

Hart rubbed the side of his cheek. Free enjoyed the tender touch for a second, then turned his face and took his first swipe with his tongue up Hart’s ruddy shaft.

“Grrrrrr. Oh god, Len.”

Free sat up at the sound of Hart’s sexy growl, going for that fat head. Going for the thick bead of moisture building at the tip. He made sure to start with the flat of his tongue so he didn’t miss a drop. Bold, exciting, potent flavors exploded on his tongue while his dick screamed for attention.

Free dropped his ass out of the air and pressed his swollen dick into the mattress, needing the compression. The relief was instant and he fought to keep his eyes open, but the pleasure was so intense. Free opened his mouth and sucked the head, only going down a couple of inches, his mouth stretched deliciously wide. He wished he wasn’t so rusty and could take it all. But, Hart’s cock was proportionate with his body, so deep throating was going to take a while to build up to.

“I…I can’t hold it, baby. Your mouth feels so damn good.” Hart’s hand had moved to the back of Free’s neck and was shakily kneading him there, while his legs moved restlessly on either side of him. It was a sign that Hart was close and trying to hold it off.

They both were.

“You don’t have to hold it.” Free came off Hart’s dick with a lewd slurp and gripped him with one hand. His fingertips just touched his thumb around the wide base, his fist buried in bush. His ass clenched in rapt anticipation.

It’d been too damn long.

Hart stared in fascination at Free’s fingers around his girth. Free jacked him slowly. Root to tip. Eyes on him. Hart’s knee shot up then fell to the side, the other leg going straight and tense. He loved how hard Hart was fighting to edge his climax and enjoy it for as long as he could.

Free went for Hart’s balls. Laving and loving at the heavy orbs like an aching slut, thrusting his pelvis as sparks shot down his spine. Hart grunted, then groaned so low and deep Free felt it on his tongue. His dick throbbed and his eyes started to roll. He was coming.

Hart’s hips rose off the bed and Free slammed him back down to the mattress, exhibiting his own display of control. He wasn’t letting Hart buck him off. Not before he had his taste.