The words hung between us like smoke, heavier than anything he’d said before.
“Fuck… I actually like this more than I should.”
I froze, cock twitching in his fist, his breath hot against my lips. My chest was pounding, the wet glide of our strokes slowing without either of us meaning to. He looked like he regretted saying it out loud, but he didn’t take it back either. His jaw clenched, eyes locked on mine, waiting to see if I’d make it a big deal.
I swallowed. My voice came out barely a whisper. “Greg… what do you mean?”
He leaned back against the headboard, dragging a hand through his hair, frustration written all over his face. His cock was still hard, still wet with precum against mine, but he wasn’t moving it anymore.
“All my life,” he muttered, almost to himself, “I thought I was straight. I never even questioned it. And now?” His eyes flicked to me, sharp and raw. “Now I can’t stop replaying it. Your mouth. Your ass. The way you sounded when I fucked you. It’s messing me up. Because it felt… better than I thought it would.”
The words hit me like a punch and a caress at the same time. My cock jerked, throbbing against his, precum wetting both our stomachs.
I stared at him, breathless. “Better?”
He nodded slowly, swallowing hard, eyes darting away as if admitting it was dangerous. “Yeah. Too fucking good.”
Silence stretched. My body screamed to move, to touch him, to kiss him again. I shifted forward, pressing my lips to his.
This kiss was different…it was more intimate, heavy, filled with all the things neither of us wanted to say. His hand gripped the back of my neck, pulling me in like he couldn’t stand distance anymore. Our mouths moved slow at first, then deeper, wetter, my tongue brushing his, his groan vibrating into me.
I climbed onto his lap again, my thighs squeezing his hips, our cocks sliding against each other, dripping and hot. He cupped my ass, squeezing hard, grinding me down on him.
When his lips left mine, they trailed down my throat, his breath shaky. “Fuck, Alex… I don’t know what I’m doing.”
I cupped his face, tilting it back toward mine. “Then try. With me.”
His eyes burned into mine. Something shifted in him.
Without a word, he pushed me gently onto my back, crawling between my legs. His chest brushed mine as he kissed me again, slower this time, deliberate. My hands clung to his shoulders, feeling every line of muscle under his skin.
Then he moved lower. His lips skimmed down my chest, suck-ing at my nipples, making me gasp. Lower still, dragging his mouth across my stomach, leaving trails of heat.
And then…he hesitated, right above my cock.
My cock twitched, aching, flushed red and leaking precum. His eyes flicked up, meeting mine, unsure, almost nervous for the first time since I’d known him.
“You don’t really have to Mr. Lawson,” I whispered, breathless, though my hips lifted involuntarily, betraying me.
“I want to,” he muttered, voice low, almost stubborn.
Then his mouth closed over the head of my cock.
I groaned, loud and unrestrained, my back arching off the mattress. His lips were hot, wet, clumsy as they slid down my shaft. His tongue pressed against the underside, curious, unsteady, not sure where to focus. His teeth grazed me by accident, making me jerk and hiss. He pulled back immediately, cursing.
“Shit..sorry…”
I grabbed his hair gently, breathless, smiling despite how turned on I was. “You’re okay. Just… lips, no teeth sir.”
He nodded, determined, and tried again. This time slower, more cautious. His lips wrapped tighter, tongue dragging along the sensitive underside as he bobbed his head. It was messy, wet sounds filling the room, saliva dripping down my shaft, his breathing uneven.
It wasn’t smooth. It wasn’t expert. But it was him. Greg…my boss, the man who swore he was straight going down on me, suck-ing my cock like he had to know what it felt like.
I groaned, fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him. “Yeah… fuck… just like that… take it slow.”
He moaned around me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. My cock slid deeper, hitting the back of his throat, and he gagged softly, pulling back with a cough, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Fuck, that’s harder than it looks,” he muttered, eyes shining, lips wet and swollen.
I laughed breathlessly. “You’re doing good sir. So fucking good.”
He smirked faintly, almost embarrassed, then dove back down, determined. His mouth worked me, sloppy and eager, precum smearing across his tongue. I watched him, the sight alone enough to make me dizzy…Greg’s broad shoulders, his perfect jaw, his cock still rock hard against the bed while he sucked mine like he couldn’t stop himself.
I moaned, hips rolling helplessly. “Fuck, Greg, your mouth feels so good…”
He hummed, and the vibration made me cry out. My thighs trembled, my cock leaking into his mouth, his tongue swirling clumsily around the head.
And then, after one long, wet lick up the length of my shaft, he pulled off, gasping for air, saliva glistening on his lips. He looked wrecked, flushed, eyes dark.
“Fuck,” he muttered, almost dazed. “That… that’s hot.”
Before I could answer, he shifted lower, his hands pushing my thighs apart.
“Greg—?”
“I need to try something,” he said, voice rough.
My heart skipped. My legs spread instinctively, my hole exposed, twitching. He looked at it with raw curiosity, his thumbs spreading me open just slightly.
And then…his tongue pressed in between my ass cheeks..
I moaned out loud, clutching the sheets, my whole body jolting. The wet heat of his tongue licked over me, tentative at first, then firmer. He groaned low in his throat, like the taste shocked him, but he didn’t stop.
“Fuck, Greg…” I gasped, my hips rolling, spreading wider for him.
His tongue circled my hole, messy and slow, his spit dripping down my crack as he licked again and again. He was learning me, tasting me, the wet sounds obscene. His stubble scratched faintly against my skin, making me shiver.
“Fuckk.. Alex, you taste… better than I thought,” he muttered between licks, his breath hot against me.
I moaned shamelessly, grinding back into his face. “Don’t stop sir... Please don’t stop.”
He groaned, and his tongue pushed deeper, flicking inside me. I gasped, thighs trembling, my cock leaking onto my stomach. His hands gripped my thighs tight, holding me open, eating me out with raw focus.
It was sloppy, wet, inexperienced…but it was Greg’s mouth on me, his tongue inside me, his breath hot against my most intimate place.
I lost it. My moans filled the room, my body writhing under his tongue. I stroked myself desperately, matching the rhythm of his licking, my cock dripping precum in long strings.
“Greg..urgh…fuck—” I gasped, eyes rolling back. “You’re gonna make me cum—”
He pulled back just enough to smirk, his lips wet, chin shiny with spit. “Good. Cum for me.”
His tongue pressed back against my hole, harder, rougher, and I broke, my orgasm tearing through me with violent force. I moaned, stroking my cock frantically as thick ropes of cum shot across my chest, my abs, splattering onto my neck. My body shook, my thighs quivering as Greg’s tongue kept working me, dragging it out until I was collapsing back onto the bed, gasping, cum dripping down my stomach.
Finally, he pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, breathing heavy. His lips were dripping with saliva, his face flushed, his cock throbbing hard between his legs.
He looked at me, eyes dark, almost wild. “Jesus fucking Christ Alex.”
I was still panting, cum smeared across me, watching him like I couldn’t believe what just happened.
Greg ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head slightly. “What the fuck am I doing? That shouldn’t have felt… that good.”
But the way his eyes lingered on me said everything…he wasn’t going to stop.
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