Chapter 4: Born Cocksucker.

“You’re already shaking,” he said, mouth ghosting along my lower stomach. “Is this your first time?”

“...With a guy?” My voice cracked. “Yeah.”

 “Good,” he growled, voice low. “Then I get to ruin you first.”

 He leaned down and kissed my tip, they took me in his mouth.

 I flinched. Not because I didn’t like it but because I liked it too much.

 He was careful though. Despite his dominance, he didn’t touch me roughly. He explored me like he was mapping out something unfamiliar. His fingers skimmed places I hadn’t realized were sensitive, his tongue teasing, his mouth slow and devastating. I couldn’t stop the sounds that spilled out of me. I’d never made those kinds of sounds in my life. Not even alone.

 I gripped the sheets with white knuckles. My hips moved on instinct, searching for more of him, more of that heat.

 When he pulled back, just barely, and looked up at me, his lips glistened and eyes dark, I almost whimpered.

 “You taste like innocence,” he said. “Like sin waiting to happen.”

 I let out a broken laugh. “You’re not exactly helping me feel innocent.”

 “You were never innocent, Cale,” he whispered against my thigh. “Just untouched. There’s a difference.”

 And then he rose.

 He didn’t stop looking at me. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. My breath caught in my throat. 

 The way his muscles flexed as he moved. The tattoos inked into his skin. The quiet, simmering power in the way he looked at me.

 “Lie back,” he ordered, and I obeyed without thinking.

 The bed dipped as he climbed on. He hovered over me, fingers ghosting along the edge of my bandage. I felt his dick press into me, I didn't know when I let out a cry mingled with pain and pleasure.

 “You’re still bleeding.”

 “I don’t care,” I breathed.

 “You will later.”

 “Then make me forget now.”

 sweaty, and I inhaled deeply as my lips began to gently kiss his erect, pink nipples. He smelled like whiskey and musk, his body exuding a manly scent that I had never experienced with my high school boyfriends. 

 I continued to kiss him, his hands gently stroking my short blond hair. My tongue traveled down the length of his chiseled abdomen, until I reached the stiff brown hair under his navel. 

 I breathed in deep again, enjoying the sweaty, slightly funky aroma of his pubic hair. His cock was now nestled directly below my chin, pointing up towards my face. 

 I lifted my head and moved it down to the base of his shaft. Slowly, I put my tongue where his shaft met his body, and I gently started to lick the length of his penis.

  His hips shifted slightly in anticipation of what was to come. Once I reached the top, I curled my tongue and licked the fluid gathered on the tip. 

 A strand of clear precum, shining in the low light of the desk lamp, connected me to the round, red tip of his cock. 

 I could tell how much he liked where I was going, and I knew that what was coming next would be even better.

 I took a long, deep breath, and then I placed the tip of his cock in my mouth.

  The slick precum mingled with my spit and the salty, meaty taste of his body.

  Slowly, I moved down his entire length. I had realized pretty early with my first practice years ago,that I had a talent for sucking dick, and I wanted my skills to shine through as clearly as possible.

  After a few seconds, I had his whole cock in my mouth. My nose was pressed firmly against his pubes, although with his thick cock in my throat, I couldn’t enjoy the aroma this time.

  I could feel his whole body shift, and a moan escaped his lips. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he said, his head thrown back against my pillow.

  With that bit of encouragement, I started to suck. 

 I moved up and down his spit-slick dick, making sure to take him all the way in and all the way out. 

 I moved slowly at first, enjoying the way the veins in his penis felt against my tongue, the way the ridge of his cockhead sprang lightly from my lips. 

 After about a minute or so, I picked up the pace. In no time, I was engulfing his cock wildly, slurping as I reached the tip and plunging back down again. “Oh Aidan,” he said. “Oh fuck!”

 I wasn’t done, but I wanted to see what else Ezra was ‘curious’ about. After only a few minutes, I pulled my mouth off of him. “How was that?” I asked.

 “I…I’ve never had anything like that. Jesus, man.”

 “Your cock is incredible, Alexander. It’s fucking perfect.” My desire had turned my voice husky, with my natural twang becoming far more pronounced.

 “I want to try that,” he said, so I lay back down on my bed. He tentatively started to kiss my body, licking the cleavage between my pecs and kissing nearly every one of my abs. 

 Once he reached my pubes, though, he seemed overcome by his lust. He immediately popped the head of my dick into his mouth and flicked it with it his tongue a few times.

  I quickly realized that, just like me, Henry was a natural born cocksucker.

He took about 2/3 of my length into his mouth, smoothly bobbing up and down.