Page 54 of Sight Unseen

I released his wrist and took my hand out of his pants. Watching his face in the aftermath of his sexual bliss, I raised my hand and slowly began to lick off the sticky essence.

“Right now I’m cleaning your come off my hand with my tongue,” I said.

His pupils dilated. “That is so hot,” Nate whispered. “God, I wish I could see you.”

I kissed him fiercely, letting him taste himself, and stuck two fingers into his mouth.

“Suck it clean,” I instructed and he did, his tongue greedily licking away the last vestiges of his release.

When he’d finished, I hugged him close, letting him feel the hardness of what he was about to take care of.

“That was amazing,” he murmured into my neck. “I’d almost forgotten how good we are together.”

I kissed his sweaty forehead and grinned. “Yep. And now it’s your turn to show me.” I squinted at him as he raised his face, those unseeing eyes fixated on my face. I shivered at the intensity of that stare.

Without saying more, Nate dropped to his knees, pressing his face against my groin. I couldn’t help the moan that grew in the still air as Nate rubbed his bristled cheek against my cock.

“I remember this,” he said, his fingers trailing down my length. “I remember it being inside me, filling me up. I remember the taste of it, the feel of you in my mouth…”

Frantic with need, all I wanted to do was wrestle Nate to the ground and take him right there in the studio. I knew that if I did that though, it would be a short-lived pleasure.

Burying myself inside Nate again would be the trigger to explode the minute his heat was around my cock. I wanted more than that this first time. Taking the edge off, notching up the heat again and slowly making out until I could slide inside him and feel him naked and warm against me was a far better plan.

“Nate, are you planning on doing something anytime soon?” My voice sounded strained and husky. “Because I swear, you rub me one more time like that I’m going to come in my pants.”

As it was, I was sure the minute Nate got his mouth on me I’d blow my load. This wasn’t going to be a drawn-out experience judging from the build-up in my groin.

Nate chuckled. He stopped what he was doing and unzipped my jeans, pushing them down to my thighs. “Impatient bastard,” he murmured as his hot mouth surrounded my cock and I nearly screamed in delight with the sensation.

Nate had a masterful mouth. When we’d been in the Keys, his blowjobs had made me feel like king of the world, and his tantalizingly teasing tongue and lips had driven me over the top.

Nothing had changed. And yet everything had changed.

I closed my eyes, stopping an unmanly squeak as Nate did a flicking thing with his tongue. I braced myself against the wall as my cock was licked, sucked, rolled around like a marble in his talented mouth.

My boyfriend’s talents were awesome. And I was right. It didn’t take long. My balls ached, retracting against my body, and my skin tingled as that prize and long-awaited orgasm let loose.

I rode my climax like the most incredible, perfect wave as it took me to the peak, then I descended in a moment of heart-stopping exhilaration. I shouted, one long, stuttering sound that made my ears ache.

Nate lovingly held my still warm and sticky flesh in his mouth, relishing every drop of spunk if the expression of beatification on his face was anything to go by.

Once I’d stopped shaking and my heart rate slowed, he proceeded to drive me crazy by cleaning me up with his mouth. I watched, and it was the most erotic act I’d ever seen.

By the time he was finished, I was already growing hard again.

Nate stood, tucked me back into my pants and hitched up his own. His dark hair was mussed, his lips swollen and wet still; he looked debauched and beautiful and downright edible.

I reached out and pulled him close, pushing my tongue in his mouth. He opened up beautifully for me, and we stood there for a while making out like the teenagers we’d once been when this had all started.

It was as if the years dropped away and we were seventeen again.

Needing to breathe, we stopped kissing but held each other close.

“I guess that clay on the wheel is dry by now?” Nate’s husky voice held amusement.

I looked over at the clay I’d been working on and grimaced. “Yep, a bit. It’ll make a great paperweight though. If you like misshapen, bowl-shaped doo-dahs.”

We both snickered then fell silent.