“That’s unfortunate, because I love the way you make me feel.

” I rock forward, testing a theory, and feel his full, engorged length against mine.

I’m rewarded when those pretty lips part on a sharp inhale, and he has to brace his fingers against my hips to stay upright.

His tongue darts out to lick across his upper lip, and I'm gone.

Using both hands, I pull his off me and pin them above his head, causing his shirt to rise and his skirt to slip as his torso stretches.

Holding him in place with my left hand, I use my right to trace a path down the center of his abdomen with my fingertip, watching the goosebumps rise to the surface as I go.

He sucks in a deep breath and blinks at me from under hooded eyes, staying utterly still under my caress.

“These are what made me follow you,” I whisper as I drag my finger from side to side.

“Well, the skirt was part of it, but these abs are what made me want to put my mouth on you. So fucking smooth, so hard.” I find the clasp on his skirt and give it a gentle tug.

He doesn’t object, so I undo it all the way, and the garment falls away, pooling on the floor.

I barely have a chance to take him in, naked from the waist down and flush against the wall, before he rocks his hips forward in an attempt to introduce his cock to mine despite the denim barrier between us.

“Patience,” I hiss, reaching around to give his ass a quick but firm little smack.

It wasn’t meant to arouse him, but the heady moan he gives in return borders on hedonistic, making my dick lurch painfully in my pants.

“Oh fuck,” I groan in his ear. “You liked that, didn't you, little devil?”

"Mmm." He rocks his hips in response, so I give him another quick smack, soft enough not to color his skin but firm enough to sting just a bit. Then I wrap my hand around his shaft.

Based on my own experience, I know how good that should feel for him, and given the long, low groan that rumbles up his throat, it does. But I’m just as enamored by how it feels for me .

My little devil fills my hand, hot and hard and slightly thicker than I am, although his length feels similar to mine. I have a sudden urge to line them up, to see what we look like together, but before I can reach for my fly my little devil thrusts his hips as if trying to fuck my fist .

Gorgeous and naughty. I’m in heaven. Literal. Fucking. Heaven.

Biting back a moan of my own, I oblige his silent plea and give him a slow but firm tug, just how I imagine he’d stroke me if our roles were reversed. His eyelids flutter with a sexy little grunt, so I do it again. And again, loving how each pull seems to make him harder.

Despite having zero experience with giving a hand job, outside what I do to myself of course, I seem to be driving him wild if his heaving chest is any indication, and there’s a part of me that wants to see how wild he can get if I handle him fast and hard.

But an even bigger part of me wants to take my time, to push him to the brink with thorough ministrations rather than speed.

So, using more restraint than I thought I possessed, I let go of his cock and move my hand to his balls, rolling them leisurely around my palm.

“That’s nice, but it won’t get me to the finish,” he scoffs on a ragged breath.

“That’s the idea.”

“I thought the idea was to get off.”

“And you will—” I give his sac a gentle squeeze “—after I’ve had my fun.”

“I should’ve known the underwear thief is a sadist,” he mutters under his breath, only to inhale sharply as I give his nuts a tug before fisting his shaft.

“Is that any way to talk to the man holding your dick?” I give him a wicked grin as I pump it once, firmly, and feel him rock forward on his toes to chase my hand.

“If he’s gonna use it to torture me, yeah.”

Stubborn little devil.

“You’re saying pleasure wrong,” I growl in his ear while circling my thumb around his crown.

“Stop toying with me and I’ll change my definition. ”

I’m tempted to tease him even more, to really draw out the torture he thinks I’m inflicting, but the silky liquid I’m rubbing over his tip conjures images of inhaling his scent, and I have the sudden, desperate urge to know what that scent tastes like.

Dropping to my knees, I brace my hands on his thighs and put my face level with his cock, taking a moment to admire how it looks up close.

Hard.

Full.

Flushed.

I stall a moment for courage, licking my lips, and have to bite back a feral groan when his thick length bobs in midair, straining toward my mouth. Obviously, my own cock has performed a similar trick when it’s impatient, but seeing someone else’s dick do it for me … It’s on.

In keeping with my torturous mission, I start by simply licking his slit, getting the flavor of his precum all over my tongue.

Just like I had hoped, he tastes exactly as he smells, though his essence is more subtle than I anticipated.

A soft hint rather than a zing of musk, which has me swirling my tongue all over his crown to lap it up.

“Fucking tease,” my little devil grunts his frustration.

“Tastes like you enjoy my teasing.” I give him another lick.

“What I’d like is for that mouth to be too full of my cock to speak.”

That gives me an idea. “Ask nicely.” I wrap my lips around his crown and give him a gentle suck, loving the way that makes his thighs tremble under my hands.

“Nice is not shoving my dick down your throat.”

I ignore the bait and continue softly slurping his tip.

“Ugh,” he groans as his head falls against the wall. “Please suck me off. ”

It takes all my willpower not to smile triumphantly as I swallow him to the back of my throat, fighting the urge to gag when that’s a little too much. Note to self, I’ll need to work up to that.

Using a little more restraint I bob up and down his length, getting it nice and wet so the glide is effortless.

With each pass I alternately drag my tongue along the underside of his dick or hollow my cheeks and suck, switching things up at random.

I’m mostly just trying to learn what he likes, but I think the fact he has no idea what to expect is a turn on for him given the guttural moans I’m pulling from his chest.

Strong fingers tunnel into my hair as I drink down his length, losing myself in his throaty groans.

Glancing upward, I find his head tipped back, mouth slightly parted as his chest heaves with each stunted breath.

It confirms what I knew all along—he wants this as much as I do—and he's loving every second of it.

A proud smirk ghosts across my face as he grips my hair in his fist and rocks forward, pleading for more.

I pinch the inside of his thigh, a silent warning not to rush me, though I do increase the suction as I keep my steady pace.

He plasters his palms against the wall, gripping helplessly at the smooth surface, and I bite back another grin. He's gorgeous in the throes of ecstasy.

When my mouth starts to go numb and his grunts have turned to a mumbled string of yesyesyesyes, I figure he’s had enough.

Holding him between my lips I slurp his length while kneading his balls, sucking as hard and fast as I can.

His head thrashes from side to side as he roars his release, and I choke down the load that spurts from his slit as fast as my throat will allow, licking up every last drop.

So, on top of finding men's lingerie sexy it seems I also like the feel of a hard cock on my tongue. Good thing I like adventure.

When my little devil’s tremors subside, his legs finally give and he slides down the wall until his face is even with mine. For the first time in… ever maybe… I want to kiss the plush lips in front of me, but I shake my head to clear the thought, sensing that might be taking things too far.

“Holy shit, playboy,” my devil pants. “I knew you were trouble.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning you give seriously good head. I sure as shit hope you’re careful since you must swallow a lot of cock to get that good at it.” He leans his head against the wall to study me, chest still heaving erratically.

“I never give blow jobs.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my wrist.

“Don’t play innocent. You already told me you’ve taken fans to bed.”

“True, but I’m selective about where I stick my dick, and even more so about where I put my mouth.

” There are some seriously clingy girls on the circuit, which is why I’m careful about who I hook up with.

And even the ones I do take to bed can get the wrong idea if you do more than fuck.

But that’s not what I’m trying to say here.

“I’ve literally never sucked another man’s cock in my life. ”

He rolls his eyes and huffs sarcastically. “Let’s say I believe that. Why change the routine now?”

“Got a craving.” I shrug.

“For cock?” He arches a brow. Damn that’s hot.

“Yep.”

“You demanded my briefs because you got a craving?” He purses those plump lips together.

“Can you blame me? You smelled like the most delicious sin, I wanted to know if you’d taste like it too. Besides, I didn’t know they made fancy underwear for men until I saw yours and it’s hot as fuck.”

He shakes his head with a breathless chuckle. “You and your lines. ”

“I told you before, I’m just being honest.” He sucks a breath through his teeth when I cup his now empty balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I suppose you want your turn now?” His hooded eyes drift to my lap, and the outline of my eager cock.

“If you’re ready for it.” The corner of my mouth lifts at the thought of his pouty lips wrapped around me.

“After that performance… fuck it.” He gives me an indiscreet once over. “I want to see what else you can do.”

Snatching his skirt off the floor I guide him down the hall to my room, watching his plump little ass sway as he strides toward the bed while I shut the door.

“King bed, this will be fun.” He peels off his boots and shirt and crawls onto the mattress, teasing me with a glimpse of his ass as he moves on all fours.

“Where do you think you’re going? Bring that sexy mouth over here.” I stalk toward him.

I’m expecting him to turn around and face me, not flop to his back with his head hanging over the edge of the bed, staring up at me.

“Get undressed playboy. Let’s see if you’ve got a reason to be so cocky.”

I’m still hard from sucking him off in the foyer—the prize at the end of the chase so to speak—though this banter is taking me to another level.

I waste no time stripping off my shirt and shorts, letting my dick spring free.

I’m close enough to him that it hovers just above his mouth, yet I’m not prepared for his tongue to swirl around the tip.

“Damn,” I groan when he makes contact.

He takes me in his fist and gives me a firm tug. “I approve.” Then my cock is in his throat, and his Adam’s apple bobs as his lips close around me.

Wet heat engulfs my shaft, his tongue drawing a path up and down my length as he works me deeper.

I don’t know if it’s the position or the man himself, but I’ve never been buried so far, and it’s taking all my willpower to hold still and let him do what he wants instead of thrusting my hips to chase this feeling.

And what he wants is to worship my dick.

Either that or outdo my performance.

Regardless of his motivation, the way he mouths my dick is nothing short of carnal.

Wet without being sloppy, firm without being painful, and that tongue… he glides it over my length with reverence right before sucking so hard he pulls me off balance, and I swear I feel the tingles all the way in my toes.

Show off.

I can’t see his face from this angle, but I can see his cock plumping, which has me wondering just how full and hard it can get so soon after a release.

To nudge it along, my fingers find his nipples and pinch, plucking them to sharp little peaks.

His throat vibrates around my dick with a muffled groan, and the sensation nearly causes my knees to buckle.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp, as I note his cock back to full mast. “Do that again and you’re going to ruin me.”

He hums around my length like he’s responding to a challenge, and damn if that doesn’t make me want to give him one.

Gritting my teeth I start to rock my hips, trying to take back control, but the humming intensifies, disrupting my rhythm.

I can’t even complain about that. It feels so good I’m tempted to let that hot mouth lavish my dick while I sit back and enjoy the ride.

To give in and let my orgasm overtake me.

Only my competitive side won’t let me. Now that he’s hard again, I won’t break unless we break together.

Pulling back so his mouth only holds my tip, I slide my right hand from his nipple to his cock, still damp from what I did to it earlier. “Ready for more?” Then I wrap my fist around his length and start pumping.

This time I’m ready for the moan that gets trapped in his throat, and I fight back the urge to let that sexy sound undo me.

Locked in a battle of wills, I pump my hips in rhythm to the moans my hand is pulling from his body. My vision clouds and my breathing becomes labored as the need to release grows painful, yet I don’t relent. Not until his hand finds my balls, and he starts rolling them around his fingers.

I love a little sac action when my dick is buried in a hole.

Knowing I’m about to break I tighten my grip, pumping furiously from root to tip. His contractions start almost immediately, thank God, because I’m done for too.

My cock erupts down his throat as his paints his chest, wave after wave of cum bursting from deep within. I wonder briefly if I should pull out before I choke him, but it feels too fucking good to have his throat contract around my dick. Besides, I figure he’ll shove me away if it’s too much.

He doesn’t.

When every last drop is spent I finally move, having only enough strength to flop onto the bed next to him.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say something about how fucking amazing that was—I’m pretty damn certain I’ve never come that hard, and definitely not from a blow job—but nothing I could say would do what I feel justice.

Instead, I grunt, “Don’t even think about leaving yet. We’re not done here.”

Hours later, after another round of blow jobs, I have my first sleepover.