Page 9 of Vigilante Twink and the Cop

Maybe it’s simply his attractiveness getting to me. I planned to do this for reasons, and now I’m here and finding out that I really want to, it’s throwing me off.

It’s fine. I can cope. I can do this.

I take a deep, calming breath. I stick my tongue out and give him a proper lick. A broad one with all of my tongue, all the way from his root to his tip.

He inhales sharply, and the sound makes my cock twitch. I move back down and lick him again, tracing a slightly different path up his cock. He is warm and silky, and I find myself humming happily.

When I reach his tip, there is a bead of precum waiting for me. I lap it up eagerly, savoring the salty taste.

My lips wrap around his cockhead. My tongue flicks over his slit. Slowly I work my way down, lips rolling over his shaft as more and more of him slides over my tongue and deeper into my mouth.

His hand runs through my hair. A gentle, almost reverent touch. Normally I’d be annoyed at having my hair messed up, but this feels good. Like praise and reward and all things nice.

His cock glides into my throat, filling me completely. His pubes tickle my nose, and a burst of bright pride sparks through me. I have taken all of him.

He gasps. His hand tightens in my hair and then relaxes, as if he’s controlling himself and remaining respectful. It’s almost a shame. I liked the brief sting on my scalp. I wouldn’t mind Lennox pulling my hair, and isn’t that a surprise?

My palms rest on his thighs. They are trembling. Because of me.

I pull off him a little, just enough to be able to suck in some air through my nose, then I’m back down, swallowing around him, letting the soft wet walls of my throat squeeze him.

He grunts, low and deep. It’s better than any music I have ever heard.

My head bobs, up and down, to an ancient rhythm. Like the beat of a heart. Primal. Independent of thought or reason.

He’s hot and heavy. Stretching my mouth, giving my jaw a delicious ache. Rubbing over my tongue, fucking my throat.

His hips start to dance. He tugs on my hair, trying to give a warning, but I want to swallow.

His cock swells and throbs in my mouth. Thick ropes of cum spurt down my throat. I hum with pleasure.

Then suddenly I’m being pulled to my feet and his lips are over mine. He is kissing me deeply and surely testing himself on my tongue.

He groans and kisses me deeper, hands cradling my face as if I’m something precious. And just like that, I’m melting, sinking and surrendering into the kiss, into the feeling of being wanted and cherished and not just a hole to fuck.

Men don’t usually desire kisses from me. But Lennox does.

My arms wrap around his neck. I cling onto him. Cling on to this feeling. My cock is so hard it hurts and my entire body is sparking and lighting up with desire and lust and hunger. I want. I want Lennox with a passion that burns. I didn’t expect this. Didn’t plan for this. But I’m welcoming it with open arms.

In a tangle of feet and limbs, we are stumbling toward the bedroom. Hands are yanking, buttons are being fumbled. Clothes are scattering.

The mattress rises up to meet us as we fall naked onto it. Lennox’s skin feels divine next to mine. Hot and dusted with dark hairs that almost tickle.

His lips leave mine. He kisses my neck. His lips are soft and generous. His kisses down and down, creating a path to my chest. He kisses a trail to my nipple while I squirm. Then his scalding, wet tongue flicks at my peaked nipple. Pleasure sparks through me. My head falls back. He flicks again and again. Then he nuzzles, sucks my nipple into his mouth and suckles. His hand tweaks and pulls my other nipple, and I’m writhing and gasping, cock leaking onto my stomach.

His lips move over to my tweaked nipple and kiss it softly before kissing down and down. All the way to my belly. His tongue traces a circle over my belly button, and I nearly laugh.

That’s a new feeling. Feeling light and easy, as if laughing would not only be okay, but welcome and intimate.

Who is this man, and what is he doing to me?

He reaches my cock and I have half a second to suck in some air before he is devouring me. All the oxygen I just breathed in is expelled as I cry out wordlessly.

His mouth is so tight, so wet, and he is sucking as if his life depends on it.

Oh. My. God.

My entire body is alight with pleasure. Every molecule is singing with joy. My heart is pumping euphoria through my veins. Obscene noises are pouring through me.