Starting From the Top (Starting from 5)

Johnny uncrossed his arms, but he didn’t budge. “What are you in the mood for now?”

I gave an amused half chuckle. “You don’t really want to know.”

“Yeah, I do.”

The husky tone undid me. I licked my lips as I stepped into his space. “Are you asking for something?”

“I might be. I’m not sure,” he admitted.

We stood frozen in the doorway like cowboys in an old western standoff. We’d done this before…measuring and taking stock, comparing past impressions with new ones as though we might be able to stop our momentum.

I lifted his chin with my forefinger and rubbed his scruff. “You better be sure, Johnny boy.”

He smirked. “My friends call me that.”

“I’m not your friend.” I leaned in, brushing my nose along the shell of his ear, whispering, “Not really.”

“I don’t want you to be my friend,” he choked.

“What do you want? Be clear,” I demanded, lowering my hand to cup his package through his sweatpants.

He groaned aloud. “Touch me. No teasing.”

I licked his jawline. “Like this?”

I gripped his thick shaft through the cotton fabric and stroked him. He pumped his hips into my fist as he slipped his fingers through my belt loops, pulling me closer still. He raked his nails down my spine with one hand and draped the other over my shoulder before turning his chin to press his lips to mine.

That almost innocent connection caused an inferno like nothing I’d ever experienced. I froze for half a second, savoring the sweet feel of his soft lips. It had seemed like a good idea to give him the reins and let him explore. Hell, I figured there was a chance he’d remember who I was and decide not to make this mistake. But when he grabbed my ass and wantonly pumped his obvious erection alongside mine, it was game over.

I backed him against the door and crashed my mouth over his, sweeping my tongue inside and twisting it with his in a dominant power play, demanding complete surrender. I grasped his wrists and raised them over his head, securing them with one hand. I slipped my fingers under the elastic of his sweatpants, grunting in disapproval when he tried to pull out of my grip.

“I need to take them off. I’m gonna fuckin’ come in my pants,” he moaned.

“No, you won’t. Keep your hands where they are. I’ll take care of you. I promise.” I kissed him hard for emphasis, then yanked his T-shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor before tugging his sweatpants and boxer briefs over his bare ass.

“Fuck, I want your hands on me. All over me.”

I obeyed, splaying my fingers over his ass cheeks while I devoured him with a passionate tongue fuck. I broke for air and stepped back to get a good look at him.

Beautiful. Just beautiful. He was more heavily tattooed on the left side of his torso, across his chest, and along both arms. His skin was pale under the ink but pretty. He reminded me of a punk version of Snow White with his jet-black hair. I smiled at the errant thought as my gaze trailed south to his gorgeous dick jutting proudly between his thighs.

I bit his chin playfully and wrapped my fingers around his girth, loving the weight of him. Christ, I loved cock. Sometimes it was hard for me to believe I’d spent so many years denying it. What a waste of time.

I stroked his length, pausing to fondle his balls while alternately tweaking his nipples. Johnny released a hungry moan and his eyes fluttered open, then closed again as he gave himself over to sensation, letting me take complete control.

“Does that feel good?” I asked, smearing precum over his wide mushroom head.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah. What about you? Let me touch you.” He blinked wildly, as if he were coming up for air.

“Yes, but—”

Johnny pounced. He captured my mouth in a passionate kiss and pushed me into the studio. Nimble fingers flew over the buttons of my oxford shirt, tugging the fabric from my pants. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers in record time. I toed off my shoes, chuckling against my lover’s lips when he pushed the fabric down so fast, my dick bounced midair.

He took hold of me at the base and hummed reverently. “I want this. Can I suck you?”

He didn’t wait for permission. He was on his knees before I could form a coherent sentence. And two seconds later, his lips were wrapped around my cock. He sucked the tip, twirled his tongue around the crown for good measure, and finally swallowed me whole.

“Holy sh—” I grabbed a fistful of his hair and widened my stance for balance.

Johnny’s blissed-out state mesmerized me. His half-mast eyes and dreamy expression indicated he was in his happy zone. As though sucking me off was all he’d really wanted.