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“It’s been a couple of years, but feel free to console me.” I stretched out farther, legs falling open, arm snaking out along the back of the couch.

“What did you have in mind?” Stu’s dark-brown eyes flared with heat. I’d made the suggestion open to whatever ideas he might want to run with, but the way he tossed the ball back into my court for direction made my cock pulse that much harder.

Reaching out, I ran a thumb over his lower lip. “I’ve been a fan of these lips of yours since I saw you at Caleb’s birthday party at the Heist.”

“Yeah?” He scooted closer.

“Watching you sip that beer gave me all sorts of ideas, but you feel free to share your own.” I left him an out in case giving oral wasn’t his thing.

“I like how you think.” He laid a hand on my bare knee. “And I’m happy to follow your…suggestions.”

The way he drew the word out made the tent in my shorts that much bigger. I did enjoy giving orders and having them followed, and if Stu was into that too, so much the better for this little encounter.

“Is that so?” I drawled. “Anything you really don’t like? Kissing okay?”

“Kissing is great.” Nodding, he licked his lips. “Don’t come on my face, and I’m not into pain, but feel free to get as bossy as you like otherwise.”

“Come here.” I started with a simple command, yanking him into my lap. No protest from Stu as he arranged himself to straddle me on the couch. He bent forward, close enough to kiss, but waited for me to make that move.

I happily obliged, pulling him into a kiss with a hand tangled in his thick hair. He moaned approvingly. Since Stu wasn’t under a time crunch, I intended to fully enjoy those lips of his. I traced them with the tip of my tongue before sucking on the lower one, which earned me another groan. He wasn’t a passive kisser, but he did let me lead. I moaned as well when he welcomed my tongue into his mouth, sucking on it in a clear imitation of where this was headed next.

He clutched my shoulders and rocked against me, eager for everything I wanted to give him. Tightening my hold on his head, I deepened the kiss. His hands roamed from my shoulders down my arms, and I took the opportunity to shrug out of my shirt. Stu said he liked direction, so I put his hand where I wanted it, on my pec over my left nipple. He took the hint perfectly, playing with my nipple as I continued kissing him.

“You can go harder,” I suggested when he stuck to light caresses and careful teases.

“Yes.” His eyes went molten at the permission, and he tweaked and fiddled more aggressively as I pulled him in for another kiss. My cock throbbed in my shorts, and the pressure of him on my lap, grinding, turned me on that much more. I pushed on his shoulder, and he followed that unspoken direction, sinking to his knees in front of me. Bracing his hands on my thighs, he gazed expectantly at me, so I moved his right hand to cover my cock.

“Damn. You’re packing.” He moaned softly as he explored. I wasn’t much longer than average, but what I did have was thick all the way down. He squeezed and stroked until he apparently reached the limits of his patience and tugged at my waistband.

“Think you can handle it?” I hadn’t bothered with underwear when I’d pulled on the shorts after my shower, so they were easy enough to shimmy out of. Being naked with Stu still dressed felt rather indulgent.

“I’d sure like to try.” He fisted my cock, giving a slow, firm stroke.

“Good answer.” I let him play a few moments more because his hand felt damn good, but I was only so patient. “Kiss it.”

“Mmm.” Stu gave an excited hum like he’d been waiting for that command. Following the letter of my instruction, he dropped soft kisses all over my cockhead and shaft before teasing the underside with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, you can do better than that,” I gently chided, playing into the game more. “Suck.” He responded by sucking my cock into the warm heat of his mouth, shallow bobs that went deeper when I put an encouraging hand on his head. “That’s it. Nice and deep.”

“Yes.” Stu reached up and patted my hand on his head. “Love it if you drive. And playing with my hair is a turn-on.”

“Noted.” I kept my grip on his head loose, letting my fingers thread through the silky strands of his hair, the ponytail elastic having gone missing sometime during the kissing. Watching his reactions closely, I directed his movements, learning how deep he could go and finding an angle that worked for us both. And he could go pretty darn deep, an admirable skill given my girth. “We’re gonna go faster now, okay?”

Stu moaned his agreement and moved one of his hands from my thigh to his shorts. I reached down and batted his hand away.

“Nope. No touching yourself. That’s mine for after.”

As I’d expected, that proclamation got a louder moan. I sped up my thrusts. Stu went right for extra credit, increasing the suction and using his tongue on the upstroke to milk my cock. Damn, he was amazing at this, and I wasn’t going to last long with his combination of eagerness, skill, and submission.

“That’s right. Suck hard. Show me you want that come.”

Moaning again, Stu bobbed his head faster even without my urging, and the way he kept the tongue action going had me on the edge in record time.

“You ready? Gonna swallow?” I made sure he heard the question there. I wasn’t going to presume.

He pulled back exactly long enough to groan, “Gimme. Please.”

“I like it when you ask nice.”Pleasewas absolutely the magic word as far as my dick was concerned, and as soon as Stu resumed the speed and suction, I lost myself to his determined mouth.