Boyfriend for the Summer

My stomach flips, and I focus on his cock again. I can’t let him know just how much I want to be his undoing. I lick across his skin again, harder this time. Under the tip and then over. Down his shaft, tracing the hard lines of his cock and savoring the soft feeling of his skin, of the taste that brings back memories in vivid color. Stronger than I thought they would be.

Eric groans, and I take that as a sign. I slip my mouth over the tip of his cock, sucking with just my lips. Little flicks of my tongue under his head make the muscles in his stomach jump. I’ve learned some tricks over the last six years. Tricks I’m going to take full advantage of.

I sink down further onto his shaft. Eric swears under his breath, and a hand lands in my hair, gripping it. Not hard, just pure need and desperation. Just how much bigger he is is obvious right now. He’s filling my mouth, and my lips are stretched when I’ve only taken half of his cock.

Wrapping my fingers around his base, I start moving, taking him in a rhythm that I hope he loves. Fast in and slow out, sucking as hard as I can manage and never breaking it. I can tell he’s trying not to move, because his hips are thrusting toward me every time I swallow him down but he’s holding back.

There will be another time when I tell him not to hold back. But this time is mine. This time I want to take him to the brink with me. I hum around his shaft, and Eric’s fingers tighten in my hair. “Wait,” he gasps, duding me off his cock. “Wait.”

I blink up at him, the question in my eyes.

“I was going to come,” he says.

I smirk. “Is that a bad thing? That was kind of the goal.”

“I want to be inside you.”

“And I want to taste your cum,” I say, reaching for him again.

“Fuck, Seph,” he says, hauling me to my feet and into his arms. We’re at his bed in seconds, and I’m pushed over it, bent so my ass is against him. I barely have time to hear the crinkle of the condom before he’s in me again, pressing me down into the bed. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he growls, mouth against the back of my neck.

I gasp when he thrusts in to the hilt, mind going blank with that feeling of perfect fullness. “I feel cheated,” I manage to say, my voice completely breathless and ineffective. “I wanted you to come.”

“I’m going to come,” he says. “Faster than I’d like.”

“You owe me,” I say. My voice slides into a moan but I force the words out, fully aware that they’re turning me on just as much as they are him. “I want to take all of you and taste you down my throat. I want you to fill my mouth up until it’s spilling out.”

Eric groans, thrusting harder. Faster. Pushing his hands down my spine, I’m locked against the bed as he fucks me. All the way inside me, so deep that I’m seeing stars with every movement, the friction showering pleasure down on me like rain.

I’m the one who’s going to come now. It’s inevitable. My hands are fisted in the sheets and it feels like I’m barely hanging on even though I’m solidly on the bed. Eric knocks my legs further apart with his own, managing to go even deeper than before. I’m moaning into the comforter, the muffled sound even more erotic than my echoing cries of earlier.

The pleasure is building, and I can’t fight it. All I can do is feel. Eric presses the length of his body against mine, hips still working me with long strokes as he slips his hand under my hips and seeks out my clit. I’m slick with my own wetness, and his fingers slipping across my clit send me over the edge.

I yell into the blanket, orgasm roaring through me. Sex has never felt like this. And I know deep in my gut that it’s not just the sex, it’s because it’s him.

Eric grabs my hands where they’re tangled in his blankets, holding on as he comes too, groaning into my neck. His cock jerks inside me. It sets off a whole new wave of pleasure. A wave that I sink beneath and I’m happy never to come back up from.

We come to stillness together, and there’s comfort in relaxing with someone like this. Connected as deeply as we are. There’s a deep, carnal part of me that never wants to move again.

Eric is the first one to move. He slips out of me, disappearing for a moment before returning and once again picking me up. This time to lie me down on the bed properly and rest beside me. He pulls me close, and I feel…settled. At ease. The explosion between us happened, and so far, nothing bad has happened.