“Yes, sir,” I said softly, attempting to say it as a bit of a joke, but in reality, I loved answering him like that. I finally reached down and pushed off my pants, and Roman smiled as he looked down.
“Wow,” he said, taking a step closer as he looked at my underwear. “Do you always wear stuff like this?”
I was wearing one of my softest pairs of boxer briefs, which happened to be bright purple with a star pattern all over them.
“I like soft things near my junk,” I told him, shuddering as he came up and gently stroked his palm across my cock.
“Think my lips would be soft enough?” he asked.
Fuck. A little wet spot of precum had formed at the tip of my cock, coming through the fabric.
“I think they’d be perfect,” I whispered.
He bent down at the side of the couch and kissed my hipbone. His soft brown hair brushed against my skin, making me shudder in the best way as he made a little line of kisses above my waistband.
“You’re going to fuck my mouth,” he said, glancing up at me from under his thick lashes. “And then you’re going to come for me.”
“Holy hell.” I involuntarily bucked my hips as his fingers laced onto the waistband of my boxer briefs. “Yes,” I murmured.
He pulled down the underwear and tossed them away, my cock bouncing free.
There was another beat—a flash of a moment where I feared he might reconsider everything. This was the first time Roman was seeing another guy’s dick, so up close and personal.
Maybe he’d want to reverse course. Maybe he’d realize that he was in too deep.
Maybe, no matter how attractive he might find my camera-ready face, my body just wouldn’t be good enough.
But instead, he let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl, dipping low to stroke his cheek against my erection. He stopped at the tip, running his lips through the slick precum, his eyes closed.
They fluttered open a moment later as he let his tongue slip out, tasting what was left on his lips.
“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” he said, his voice low and almost animalistic. He was looking up at me with half-lidded eyes, like he was in some sort of trance.
A trance I was able to put him in.
And then he bent down again, kissing the tip of my cock with his plush lips before sucking me into the perfect, wet warmth of his mouth.
15
Roman
I was doing it.
I was fucking doing it. There was no turning back from here, even though I knew damn well I didn’t want to turn back at all.
I’d imagined sucking another dude’s dick hundreds of times. And of course, I always thought I might like it. There was really never any doubt about that. The idea of it had been hot, and I’d always pictured that it would feel powerful, in a way, to be able to make a man come with my own mouth.
But the reality of it, right here with Theo, was something a million times better than I could have imagined.
It was hotter than fucking hell, no doubt. I was so hard I swore I’d come in two seconds flat if I reached down to touch myself. But as I began to blow him, I was shocked by the intimacy of it, more than anything. In this moment, I knew damn well that Theo wasn’t thinking about anything else in the world. Us, being here together, was all that mattered.
I also knew perfectly well how good it felt to get my own dick sucked, and I wanted to give him the best orgasm he’d ever had.
As I let my mouth slide over the velvety length of his shaft, I was completely lost in his clean scent. It felt like I was made to do this. Actually, in a weird way, I felt like I belonged here. Which was weird to think about, because I never in a million years would have thought I’d feel any sense of “belonging” in the fanciest five-star hotel I’d ever looked at in my life, let alone been inside.
All it took was having Theo’s cock in my mouth and everything else seemed to make sense.
Christ. The idea that I’d ever even wondered if I was a straight guy seemed ridiculous to me, now.
I took his cock as far deep into my mouth as I could, letting his cock press into my throat. The fit was tight, and I sure as hell wasn’t used to the feeling, but I was able to keep him there for a couple of seconds before pulling back again.
“Good God,” he said, looking down at me. He raked his fingers through his hair, pushing it to one side as he licked his lips. “You should have put this on your resume, you know.”