Page 115 of Lessons in Chemistry

I look into his eyes, waiting for him to continue.

“Don’t be surprised if I lose my load fast. This is the first time I’ll have had my cock sucked by someone I care about. Really care about.”

A shiver snakes down my spine.

“I’ll tell you before I do. I don’t expect you to swallow my cum. Point my cock at the floor. You probably don’t want a facial either.”

“A fa—oh! Oh. Will you tell me if I’m doing something wrong?”

“You won’t do anything wrong.”

“No teeth.”

He chuckles. “That’s the only rule. Take a breather if you need to. It’ll give me a chance to get a grip, so I have a hope in hell of lasting. If you only want to suck my cock for a few seconds and then finish me off with your hand, that’s fine too. Any blow job, no matter how long or short, is amazing.”

I nod, take a breath, and then wrap my mouth around the head of his cock again. I suck. Hollowing out my cheeks makes him go cross-eyed.

He strokes my hair. “Oh, that’s good. So damn good.”

I smile at the praise and suck more. Then I move my tongue, but I can’t get the hang of doing both together, so I give up sucking for a while.

“Fuck, Emory.”

Even though I’m sitting, I put my hand on his hip to steady myself. His muscles twitch beneath my touch. Is he resisting thrusting into my mouth? Would it be sexy if he did, or too much? I can ask him to fuck my mouth once I’ve got the hang of giving head. Not today, but someday in the future. My heart flutters. I’m doing it again. Thinking of us. Me, Auggie, and Casey having a future.

I close my eyes so I can concentrate on the feel of his cock and on breathing. That’s important too. His gasps and groans spur me on. I move my thumb and forefinger down his shaft and chase them with my mouth.

“Emory.” He gasps as I go back to Hoover-like sucking.

Giving him head is nicer than I expected it to be. I understand why he likes doing it to me so much. It’s amazing to be in control of his pleasure. I let go of his hip, reach between his legs, and grasp his balls.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Emory. What are you doing to me?” His knees sag.

Making him come. I squeeze his balls as I move my fingers again and take a bit more of his length into my mouth. It’s not pleasant anymore. I can feel the head of his cock against the back of my throat, which keeps tightening despite my efforts to keep calm and not gag. I pull off, back to that happy place where I’ve got the right amount of his cock in my mouth, and stroke his exposed length.

“Oh, Emory. That’s fucking amazing.” He groans and tugs my hair for a second before relaxing his grip.

I squeeze his balls and rub and suck his cock. His heavy ball sack twitches in my palm.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come. Let me go.”

I open my eyes, release him from my mouth, and point his cock towards the floor as he told me to. His body shudders. He groans, and his cock pulses in my grip. Thick white cum spills onto the carpet between us, soaking into the deep fibres.

He grasps my shoulder and leans onto it, gasping for breath. “Oh, fuck. That was so good. So fucking good. Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes. So much. Now what?”

He leans down and kisses me. “Now you let me take care of you.”

* * *

“I’m glad you’re here.” I tug Casey’s hand, pulling him onto the sofa beside me, kiss his lips, and hug him tight.

“He’s desperate to open his presents,” Auggie says, a smirk in his voice.

I ignore the jibe. “Your note was so cute this morning. Thank you.”

Casey runs his fingers through my hair and kisses my forehead. “You’re welcome. Presents?”