of a dizzy, jittery energy.
“There was probably a fair amount of MSG in my lunch, but otherwise, stone-cold sober.”
He looked at me even more suspiciously. He kissed me. I shuddered and welcomed him in. His tongue brusquely probed mine, searching for evidence. There was nothing; I was innocent. I brazenly slipped my hands around him and returned to the smooth planes of his back. I might have moaned into his mouth a little. He pulled back and looked at me with furrowed brows.
“Who are you, and what did you do to the real Nate?”
“Alien sex gas.” My oxygen-starved mind improvised. “I’m here to screw your brains out and consume your life force.”
He squinted. God, he had the most adorable squint. He turned serious. I didn’t like that quite as much.
“Is this what you really want?”
“Yes!”
“Are you sure?” he asked with two scoops of emphasis.
“More than anything. If you want it too…” For a flash, doubt and fear surged through me, because if I was wrong…
“You have no idea,” he growled and slammed into me. We staggered till my back hit the fridge. Magnets flew in all directions. He attacked my lips like he was starving and I was an all-you-can-eat buffet. Or was it the other way around? His hands raked up my sides and pushed my T-shirt along. I took a leave from exploring his inviting flesh long enough to wiggle out of my shirt. He methodically nipped a line from my jaw to my shoulder. Some were soft, barely there. Others were sharper, carrying a tinge of pain that sent tiny shivers through me.
My willful hands found their way to the small of his back and kept going downward. I was determined to succeed this time. My fingers wormed their way under the waistband of his shorts, where I could finally rub and squeeze his perfect ass. His cheeks were flawlessly round and firm under my hands. He sank his teeth into my neck hard enough to make my fingers clamp down, and we moaned in a two-part harmony. Funny, I thought, how all these body parts worked together.
In the end, Jez foiled me again. Before I knew what was happening, he was on his knees, shoving my jeans and briefs down around my ankles. He licked warm, wet swaths along the length of my cock. He flitted his tongue around the head, then pushed into the slit. My hips twitched impatiently, but he held me firm. I grasped his head, fingers digging into the mess of his hair. He looked up at me before wrapping his lips around the head of my cock. He swallowed it down inch by inch and began to suck. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was obscenely beautiful—my gorgeous surf god sucking my cock, his head bobbing up and down. My fingers convulsively clenched in his hair as I yearned to thrust.
My skin buzzed with the promise of release. The sensation spread from my groin to my belly and down to my knees. I tried to warn Jez, but my throat was only able to produce a garble. I clutched his hair and tugged, but he just sucked harder. Then I was falling like Alice down the rabbit hole, tumbling blind with pleasure. I came, hips stuttering, into his beautiful, greedy mouth. My legs went rubbery, and only his firm hands kept me from sinking to the floor. He slipped up along my body, keeping me pressed against the fridge, and kissed me deep and slow. The taste of myself on him—in him—felt so dirty and so hot.
I tugged at his shorts, pushed them past the curve of his ass, and they dropped to the floor. He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. It was slender and smooth, as I expected it to be. It felt solid and heavy in my hand, which rose and fell around it. He dug his fingers into my hips, and he moaned into my mouth, my skin, as I stroked him. He was on the brink.
I squeezed a little harder and did that swipe of the thumb that always got me. He shuddered and moaned as his jizz splattered over my fist. I made a few more lazy strokes, milking him to the last drop. He slumped against me with a satisfied sigh. His forehead
“There was probably a fair amount of MSG in my lunch, but otherwise, stone-cold sober.”
He looked at me even more suspiciously. He kissed me. I shuddered and welcomed him in. His tongue brusquely probed mine, searching for evidence. There was nothing; I was innocent. I brazenly slipped my hands around him and returned to the smooth planes of his back. I might have moaned into his mouth a little. He pulled back and looked at me with furrowed brows.
“Who are you, and what did you do to the real Nate?”
“Alien sex gas.” My oxygen-starved mind improvised. “I’m here to screw your brains out and consume your life force.”
He squinted. God, he had the most adorable squint. He turned serious. I didn’t like that quite as much.
“Is this what you really want?”
“Yes!”
“Are you sure?” he asked with two scoops of emphasis.
“More than anything. If you want it too…” For a flash, doubt and fear surged through me, because if I was wrong…
“You have no idea,” he growled and slammed into me. We staggered till my back hit the fridge. Magnets flew in all directions. He attacked my lips like he was starving and I was an all-you-can-eat buffet. Or was it the other way around? His hands raked up my sides and pushed my T-shirt along. I took a leave from exploring his inviting flesh long enough to wiggle out of my shirt. He methodically nipped a line from my jaw to my shoulder. Some were soft, barely there. Others were sharper, carrying a tinge of pain that sent tiny shivers through me.
My willful hands found their way to the small of his back and kept going downward. I was determined to succeed this time. My fingers wormed their way under the waistband of his shorts, where I could finally rub and squeeze his perfect ass. His cheeks were flawlessly round and firm under my hands. He sank his teeth into my neck hard enough to make my fingers clamp down, and we moaned in a two-part harmony. Funny, I thought, how all these body parts worked together.
In the end, Jez foiled me again. Before I knew what was happening, he was on his knees, shoving my jeans and briefs down around my ankles. He licked warm, wet swaths along the length of my cock. He flitted his tongue around the head, then pushed into the slit. My hips twitched impatiently, but he held me firm. I grasped his head, fingers digging into the mess of his hair. He looked up at me before wrapping his lips around the head of my cock. He swallowed it down inch by inch and began to suck. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was obscenely beautiful—my gorgeous surf god sucking my cock, his head bobbing up and down. My fingers convulsively clenched in his hair as I yearned to thrust.
My skin buzzed with the promise of release. The sensation spread from my groin to my belly and down to my knees. I tried to warn Jez, but my throat was only able to produce a garble. I clutched his hair and tugged, but he just sucked harder. Then I was falling like Alice down the rabbit hole, tumbling blind with pleasure. I came, hips stuttering, into his beautiful, greedy mouth. My legs went rubbery, and only his firm hands kept me from sinking to the floor. He slipped up along my body, keeping me pressed against the fridge, and kissed me deep and slow. The taste of myself on him—in him—felt so dirty and so hot.
I tugged at his shorts, pushed them past the curve of his ass, and they dropped to the floor. He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. It was slender and smooth, as I expected it to be. It felt solid and heavy in my hand, which rose and fell around it. He dug his fingers into my hips, and he moaned into my mouth, my skin, as I stroked him. He was on the brink.
I squeezed a little harder and did that swipe of the thumb that always got me. He shuddered and moaned as his jizz splattered over my fist. I made a few more lazy strokes, milking him to the last drop. He slumped against me with a satisfied sigh. His forehead
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