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“Put your hands on my hips.”

He obeys.

“You’re going to hold me tight.”

He nods.

“And if you want me to slow down, you’re going to let go withonehand.”

“One hand. Yes, Sir.”

“If you want me to stop, let go with both.”

“I understand, Sir.”

“Good.”

I adore how compliant he is. I force his head down so he’s staring at my cock again. “Make me hard.” I won’t be able to put the condom on until I am.

He slides his hand up and down my length until I'm leaking pre-cum. He collects the milky substance on his fingers and uses it to lubricate my shaft. Then he pumps me harder, each firm, twisting stroke encouraging blood to pump into my cock, filling it until it's standing to attention, proudly curving up and away from my body. He opens the condom packet and rolls the condom onto my cock. Then he puts his hands back on my hips and begins to lick my length, tentatively at first, and he glances up at me between each stroke of his tongue.

“That’s nice,” I tell him. “More of that.”

I hold my breath as he drags his tongue over my slit. I can tell the moment he relaxes and gains more confidence because his licks become harder and more deliberate. He works his way up and down my cock with his tongue, making me wet and hard. He buries his nose in the mass of greying hair at my groin.

“You smell so good, Sir.”

Then he kisses me tenderly as he works his way beneath my shaft to suck my balls into his mouth. He caresses them with his tongue. I gasp, close my eyes, and tilt my head back. I tighten my grip on his hair, but he doesn't stop or complain.

“Suck my cock,” I order.

He tickles his tongue down my length again before opening his mouth wide to take my dick into his mouth. He stares up at me as he does. He looks fucking gorgeous. His lips are wet with saliva as they stretch around the head of my cock, and he works his tongue back and forth over my slit again.

“Oh, that’s good. So fucking good.”

I push into his mouth a little. I don't know how far he can take me, so I start slow. He breathes through his nose. Little puffs of air from his nostrils blow over my sensitive skin each time he exhales. He seems relaxed, which is good. I thrust a little farther in and then pull back, shivering as he uses his tongue to pleasure me. When I push into his mouth again, deeper this time, he sucks his cheeks in, applying hot, tight pressure to my length.

“Oh, fuck. You’re good at this.”

He grins around my cock, his eyebrows waggling. He knows he’s good at giving head. I tighten my grip on his hair and start to fuck his mouth for real. His fingers dig into my hips as he clings on to me. I like the concentrated pain caused by his fingers as I grind my hips harder and faster. I’m striking the roof of his mouth on each thrust, the ridged texture driving me wild. I throw my head back, trusting that he’ll follow our safety system if he needs to. I groan and grunt as I near my climax. His tongue is doing all kinds of delicious things to me.

I give one last almighty thrust as I come and empty my load into the condom. Archie keeps sucking and licking until I’m spent. I let go of his hair, and he slides off my cock, rocking back onto his heels. He grins up at me, a triumphant expression on his face.

“Did you like that, Sir?”

“Yes.”

He licks his lips. I beckon to him. He stands, and I crush him in my arms. I lift him off his feet so I can kiss the hell out of him. His lips and tongue taste of chemical blueberry, which I guess is the flavour of the condom. I thrust my tongue into his mouth. His arms wrap around me, and he moans. I set him down and cup his face in my hands. I don’t want tonight to end, but I know it has to. On Monday, reality will crash back in when he turns up to work. It’s something we’ll both have to deal with. But right now, all I want to do is kiss him again. So I do, over and over, until he’s breathless and giggling and wobbling on his feet.

“What now?” he asks as we stand, staring at each other.

I sigh and hug him to my chest. “We cuddle until the party is over.”

“And then?”

“We see how we feel on Monday.”

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