“Wait.” I stilled him with a hand to the shoulder. “Wanna see you too.”
He wasted no time getting his button and zipper undone and hauling his pants and boxers down to his knees.
“Such a nice cock,” I said, taking in his thick shaft, but before I could appreciate it further, his fist had latched solidly onto my length. I hissed when his breath wafted over my shaft as he angled his head closer.
“Love the way you smell,” Delaney said as he buried his nose in the wiry hair at my groin.
I moaned, my fingers burrowing in his hair as he inhaled me, his scruff tickling the top of my thigh. “You’re killing me, Lane.”
“Just wanna taste you.” His husky tone went straight to my balls.
“No way I’m fucking stopping you,” I growled, my fingers tightening in his hair.
The first flick of his tongue was jarring, and I nearly sprang off the couch as a zing of electricity traveled up my spine. His fingers gripped my thighs, effectively holding me in place as his tongue circled the underside of my glans where I was most sensitive. It felt so fucking good, I couldn’t help rocking against his mouth, already desperate for release.
My nails dug into Delaney’s scalp as his tongue played clever tricks up and down my shaft. His mouth felt like the perfect amount of suction against my swollen head, and I felt no shame as needy pleas escaped my lips.
“You sure you haven’t done this in years?” My voice was rough and breathy, my fingers finding his jaw, enjoying the feel of scruff there.
“Thanks for the boost of confidence.” I felt him smile against my thigh. Fuck, he was so unassumingly sexy.
I spread my thighs wider to give him more room, though I was barely hanging on now that his warm mouth, wet tongue, and firm grip created the perfect cocktail for me to slip off the edge into pure oblivion.
“I’m not sure how much more I can take. It’s been too damn long.”
“I want you to unload in my mouth.” He licked my glans, keeping his eyes firmly latched to mine, more self-possessed than I’d ever seen him. My nuts felt heavy and full, that familiar prickle at the base of my spine mounting right before I erupted like a volcano that’d been asleep for years.
“Lane,” I called out as I spurted into his mouth.
His eyes widened in surprise, but he swallowed my load, his lids closing, his throat working to get every drop.
I was spent as I sank against the couch, my chest heaving. “Not sure I can ever move again. That was incredible.”
“It was.” He pushed to his feet with his pants still hanging open, his cock jutting upward toward his stomach. The head was practically purple, a cobweb of precome leaking against his abdomen.
“Where the heck do you think you’re going?” I said, clutching his thigh as I caught my breath. “Need to taste you too.”
“Oh God,” he moaned as I wrapped my fist around his hardness. His breath was erratic, his hand grasping my shoulder while I stroked him root to tip.
I leaned forward to kiss his hip, then that so-called paunch that really wasn’t one at all, just a softer part of his abdomen. “You’re so sexy here,” I said, and he shuddered, obviously reveling in the contact instead of offering a self-deprecating remark, which I’d fully expected.
And now I could smell his enticing musky scent. It’d been so long since I’d been with a man, I’d forgotten it was such a powerful aphrodisiac. My eyes rolled back, savoring it as his wiry hair tickled my chin.
Delaney bit back a curse when I angled my mouth to lick his glans. My hand curved around his hip to his firm ass, my fingers digging in as I moaned. I was desperate to consume him, to hear more of his noises, so I yanked him closer and engulfed his shaft.
“Fuck, Marc,” he groaned as his thighs quivered. “I can’t…it’s too good…”
He was so far gone that all it took was my tongue and throat working in unison before ribbons of come hit the roof of my mouth. His fingers twisted in my hair as I swallowed, keeping his cock between my lips until he was totally spent and his shaft had softened.
When I looked up at him, his eyes were screwed shut, his lips parted, and I loved that I could give him this—one moment of pure bliss when he was constantly on the edge of worry about holding his family responsibilities together.
He was still shaky, his pupils dilated as he leaned down to kiss me, and I could taste the mix of us on our tongues, which was pretty heady.
When he tugged his pants up and mumbled something about the bathroom, I pointed him down the hall. He obviously needed a moment to compose himself, and so did I. Once I got myself together, I headed to the kitchen to pour us some of the sweet tea my mom had made.