Page 15 of Just the tip
“It’s just…” He squinted suspiciously at me. “Do you like guys?”
“I like you,” I replied, which was the truth and was all I had.
“Fuck, that’s kind of hot.”
“And you really haven’t…no guy has ever fucked you?”
Graham laughed softly. “Is it so unbelievable that maybe I haven’t had the desire to until you, the same way you haven’t had the desire to be with a guy until me?”
I shrugged and guessed not. I had no fucking clue how sexuality really worked, just that it existed on some kind of spectrum or continuum, and whatever mine had been up until recently had increased in scope by one dark-headed, sarcasm-breathing, demanding little fucker writhing in my lap.
Air whooshed from my lungs as Graham shoved me onto my back. He wrestled the hem of my Gino’s tee up and yanked it over my head, smoothing his hands down my chest and tweaking my nipples until I arched up with a hiss. He walked his fingertips tauntingly over my abs, following the curve of muscle down to my fly. “God, I could get off on just these abs alone,” he muttered, and I was half tempted to tell him to do it because the idea of him jerking off all over my stomach was shockingly appealing right now.
He angled his finger to one side, the corner of his nail speeding a stinging path up the center of my torso. “But maybe later.” His fingers walked down my stomach again and this time maneuvered over the fly of my jeans, unzipping it.
Graham’s gaze flickered up to my face, but I was uncertain what he was looking for. Permission? I figured the fact that my dick practically tried to leap from the slit in my boxers was assent enough, and I couldn’t deny I got a happy jolt of pride that turned into a shudder when Graham let out a low, appreciative whistle. “Oh yeah”—he ran a teasing touch along the length of my shaft—“I definitely want this cock.”
“God.” I squeezed a fistful of sheets in my hands and thrust into his way-too-fucking-light grip. “Take your pants off for fuck’s sake.”
Graham chuckled but complied a second later, yanking my pants off too before he climbed back on my lap. The full, warm naked weight of him against my bare skin was intoxicating, and I smoothed my hands up his thighs, the pleasure I got touching him overriding my nervousness over being a total noob at getting another guy off. But really, how fucking hard could it be? I mean, I got myself off expertly all the time.
Graham laced his fingers through mine and pressed them on either side of my head, hovering over me as he brushed his lips across mine. Something about my expression caused him to slow and draw back. “It’s okay,” he said softly, “because it’s just a favor. Just something you owe me.”
I nodded dumbly and didn’t bother to correct him, to tell him I would do this again and again. And maybe he wasn’t even talking to me anyway; maybe he was reminding himself. Who knew?
His mouth opened to the press of mine, and his tongue rushed in, slippery and hot and demanding. I lost all my finesse a second later, when his hard dick slid along my shaft, skin against skin. I huffed out a ragged cry, clutching his hands.
“Like that, huh?”
“Yeah.Shit.” I cried out as he bore down. Pleasure rocketed through me and shuddered up my spine. I yanked my hands free of his to settle on his asscheeks and keep the momentum going—those hard, fucking firm-as-shit cheeks I’d been humping weeks ago.
We moved together, Graham swooping and dipping his hips so our cocks rubbed together, maximum friction, maximum surface area coverage that had us panting against each other in seconds. Graham’s breath was hot on my chest, my throat, in my mouth, and my stomach was sticky with precum. I thrust up again and again, back arching while tingles raced through my balls and promised a stellar fucking orgasm that seemed to be closing in by the seconds.
“I want more.” Graham punctuated the words with a sharp nick of his teeth to my earlobe.
“Name it, whatever you fucking want,” I panted. Goodbye, pride, it was nice knowing you. I didn’t even care at this point. If Graham had asked me to put on donkey ears and get on all fours, I fucking would have.
He wriggled and maneuvered around until he was on his back, then guided me upright. I settled back on my haunches and looked down at Graham’s glistening cock, followed the length of it to his balls and then the tiny, delicately pink hole he exposed when he drew his legs up.
“Lick it.” This time it didn’t sound so much like a command as a really fucking needy plea, and that definitely did it for me.
“Lick it?” Fuck me, was this happening? I couldn’t stop staring at the puckered skin, and I was totally entranced by the prospect of tasting him.
“Mmhmm. I really want you to.” Graham wiggled his hips, and I seized the base of my dick and took in a steadying breath, that minuscule orifice capable of a giving me a full body reaction. “I want you to lick it and get it really fucking wet, then fuck me with your fingers. You think you can do that?”
I nodded, stunned into silence by his frank words. Then I bent forward, slowly, onto my elbows until I was hovering right in front of that tightly bunched, petal-pink flesh. I’d always figured that eventually it’d be a girl who would fulfill this fantasy, and I’d been really banking on freshman year of college, but this was infinitely, insanely better.
Graham spread his legs wider, and the movement caused a tiny ripple of motion through that ring of muscle that made my balls clench up and my mouth water. I parted my lips and flicked my tongue lightly over his hole for a taste, just once. Salt and skin, faintly metallic. The muscle flinched again, this time squeezing tighter, and Graham made a guttural, strained sound.
“Fuck yes.Jesusholyshityes. Please,pleasedo it again.”
I grit my teeth against the desire to blow my load right then and there and then gently slid my hands around to cup Graham’s ass and hold him still. This time, I gave him a full fucking assault with the flat of my tongue, licking that tight hole, feeling it twitch with every stroke, biting at the plump skin around it, and basically acting out every under-the-covers jack-off fantasy I’d ever had involving that particular part of human anatomy.
Graham went wild for it, making all kinds of sexy, moany noises while he bucked against my grip. He reached down and grasped his cock at the base, and I let go of one of his cheeks to grip his shaft just above and give him a few rough jerks.
He cried out, and I kept right on licking, sucking, biting, and softening him up until he was a shivery mass of whimpers, and all of me ached with the need to make him explode. I traced the rim of his hole with the tip of a finger and glanced up at him.
“Oh fuck yes,” he assented, so I slowly pushed a finger inside him like he’d asked. It was a smooth, hot, easy passage, his hole gripping my finger with a tightness that damn near had my eyes rolling back in my head when I translated how that might feel on my cock. Not that I was going to get my hopes up or anything, despite what he’d said earlier. But I could imagine.