words fail me as I explode in his mouth. He sucks harder as he swallows and the sensation of my orgasm increases. “ Fuck!” He milks every last drop from me. He wasn’t kidding, that was the best fucking blowjob I have ever experienced in my twenty-two, almost twenty-three years of life . What else can he do that is this good?
I lay there breathless, panting as he slides up my body and aligns his mouth with mine. His eyes are so dark with desire. He is so fucking sexy. He kisses me and runs his needful tongue on mine. I clasp his face and pull him off my lips. I want to look into those crystal blue eyes. “That was incredible, Silver. I mean it.” He grins. I’m sure he knew that from the way I was moaning and grunting. “I want to taste you,” I say as I tug on his ear with my teeth his head rolls against me. My hands migrate to his pants and he stops them with his hand. “What?”
“This was for you, for a job well done.” He flashes me that gorgeous smile of his and sits up on my thighs. His hands caress my chest. “You’ll have plenty of time to taste me; this was just as satisfying for me.” He pushes himself to the couch next to me and helps me sit up.
“But you’re hard,” I whimper as I palm his bulge in his pants. “Just let me.” I lower in front of him and start to undo his pants. At first, he seems willing but then his hand stops me again. Damn his hands. He lifts my head with his finger and then lays his palm on the left side of my chest.
“This Mr. Black.” My heart. “I want all of you and it still belongs to someone else.” No, not after what Jeff did; not after…. This is crazy.
“How do you have such self-control?” I grin sitting next to him on the couch then he utters words that make my heart melt. “Because you’re worth the wait.” All I can do is gaze at him. How can someone so beautiful and so wonderful want me this much? Most men would be all over getting laid or a blowjob, but he wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted me.
I trace my finger over his chin and bottom lip. His lips are so pink from the pleasure he just gave me. I tilt my head to kiss him tenderly. “Thank you.” His smile acknowledges that he knows I’m not thanking him for the oral pleasure, but thanking him for wanting me. Everyone deserves that; everyone should experience this.
“I don’t know about you, but I am famished.” He jumps up pulling me with him. We start to gather my scattered clothing from the room. “I think that’s everything. Do you want to see the last question?”
“Not really; I have to study more anyway.” I pull my boxers and jeans back on. He is going shirtless still, so I decide that I will as well. “Are you sure?” he asks again with a mischievous grin and I shake my head. “You’re loss,” and then he hits delete on the Smart Board. Now I’m wondering what that last question was. It wasn’t math from the look on his face.
“Pizza and a beer sound so good right now. Shit, you do have beer right?”
“I do. I will indulge with you.” Oh, a drinking Silver. This could be fun. “But only one.” So much for that.
We make our way to the living room. He grabs two plates and two beers from the kitchen. Hell, even his beer is fancy. I examine the bottle. “You just can’t do a regular beer can you?”
“It’s good; try it. You will never want a ‘regular’ beer again.” He dishes out the pizza as he speaks.
“Oh, I certainly will. I’m a poor college student. Beer is our fancy wine,” I truthfully joke. He rolls his eyes at me. We both sit on the couch and put our feet up on the coffee table. “Speaking of, so you and Mr. Mullins?”
“Is that a question?”
“I was just surprised when you said he was gay. I usually have pretty good gaydar.”
“I can vouch that he most certainly is. He’s actually an advocate for LBGT rights at the university. I’m surprised you never noticed,” he says between bites of the cheesy pizza.
“I
I lay there breathless, panting as he slides up my body and aligns his mouth with mine. His eyes are so dark with desire. He is so fucking sexy. He kisses me and runs his needful tongue on mine. I clasp his face and pull him off my lips. I want to look into those crystal blue eyes. “That was incredible, Silver. I mean it.” He grins. I’m sure he knew that from the way I was moaning and grunting. “I want to taste you,” I say as I tug on his ear with my teeth his head rolls against me. My hands migrate to his pants and he stops them with his hand. “What?”
“This was for you, for a job well done.” He flashes me that gorgeous smile of his and sits up on my thighs. His hands caress my chest. “You’ll have plenty of time to taste me; this was just as satisfying for me.” He pushes himself to the couch next to me and helps me sit up.
“But you’re hard,” I whimper as I palm his bulge in his pants. “Just let me.” I lower in front of him and start to undo his pants. At first, he seems willing but then his hand stops me again. Damn his hands. He lifts my head with his finger and then lays his palm on the left side of my chest.
“This Mr. Black.” My heart. “I want all of you and it still belongs to someone else.” No, not after what Jeff did; not after…. This is crazy.
“How do you have such self-control?” I grin sitting next to him on the couch then he utters words that make my heart melt. “Because you’re worth the wait.” All I can do is gaze at him. How can someone so beautiful and so wonderful want me this much? Most men would be all over getting laid or a blowjob, but he wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted me.
I trace my finger over his chin and bottom lip. His lips are so pink from the pleasure he just gave me. I tilt my head to kiss him tenderly. “Thank you.” His smile acknowledges that he knows I’m not thanking him for the oral pleasure, but thanking him for wanting me. Everyone deserves that; everyone should experience this.
“I don’t know about you, but I am famished.” He jumps up pulling me with him. We start to gather my scattered clothing from the room. “I think that’s everything. Do you want to see the last question?”
“Not really; I have to study more anyway.” I pull my boxers and jeans back on. He is going shirtless still, so I decide that I will as well. “Are you sure?” he asks again with a mischievous grin and I shake my head. “You’re loss,” and then he hits delete on the Smart Board. Now I’m wondering what that last question was. It wasn’t math from the look on his face.
“Pizza and a beer sound so good right now. Shit, you do have beer right?”
“I do. I will indulge with you.” Oh, a drinking Silver. This could be fun. “But only one.” So much for that.
We make our way to the living room. He grabs two plates and two beers from the kitchen. Hell, even his beer is fancy. I examine the bottle. “You just can’t do a regular beer can you?”
“It’s good; try it. You will never want a ‘regular’ beer again.” He dishes out the pizza as he speaks.
“Oh, I certainly will. I’m a poor college student. Beer is our fancy wine,” I truthfully joke. He rolls his eyes at me. We both sit on the couch and put our feet up on the coffee table. “Speaking of, so you and Mr. Mullins?”
“Is that a question?”
“I was just surprised when you said he was gay. I usually have pretty good gaydar.”
“I can vouch that he most certainly is. He’s actually an advocate for LBGT rights at the university. I’m surprised you never noticed,” he says between bites of the cheesy pizza.
“I
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