Page 63 of Jealous Guy

Visions of Orion flit across my consciousness. Pictures of him. His face in the morning when he’s grumpy because he hasn’t had any coffee. His cheeks when he’s laughed really hard, bunched up and pink. His eyes, dark and sarcastic, when I’ve done something to annoy him. But most of all, most of all, I see him the way he looked when we fucked.

When I rolled him onto his back, and I saw his lips, bitten and red.

I looked down that night and saw his other hole too, puffy and winking at me.

Delectable.

Mouthwatering.

The sweetest, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I should have licked it right then and there. I should have thrown myself at him, tongue-fucked him until he passed out. I should have made him feel so good he couldn’t walk afterward. I should’ve pinned him down in my bed and clung to him until morning.

I’ve regretted not rimming him every day since we had sex, and far from fading, the feeling is only getting stronger. I regret not kissing him too, just as much. I want to kiss him now even more than I wanted to do it that night, but I don’t want to kiss him in the dark. I don’t want it to feel like a secret. I want to see his face when I kiss him. I want to take it slow and make it so it’s the kiss of his lifetime. So it’s a kiss he never recovers from. One he never forgets for as long as he lives.

I am going to kiss him tonight, don’t get me wrong. Just not on the mouth.

I push his cheeks apart, groaning softly from the addictive give as I spread him. Then I dive in.

I’d love to say I do it with finesse, or even a little control, but I don’t. I’m past that. I’m shaking and seeing weird colors, and I can’t get enough air in or out. The only thing I can do, the only thing that matters, is getting as close to Orion as I can and making him feel all the things I feel.

His little pucker tenses when I make contact for the first time, and he lets out a tiny yowl of surprise. The sound is a balm to my soul. I hear it and recognize it instantly. I know what it means. That was the first time. The first time anyone has ever done that to him.

I almost turn inside out from what the thought of that does to me.

I hold him open and lick him. Hard. Soft. Swirling my tongue in tight rings until Orion claws at the bedsheets. Then I soothe him with long, broad upward stripes that make his whole body shiver. I don’t stop. I don’t slow. I eat like my life depends on it.

It takes a while for the fog to lift, but when it does, I become aware of Orion’s dick bobbing between his legs. It has a deep, distinctive call. A low murmur that reels me in and drags me toward it. I approach with my eyes open and my tongue fully extended. It isn’t easy to reach him in this position, but I manage to pull him back enough that my tongue makes contact with the underside of his shaft. He hisses when it happens, hands darting out in front of him, grappling on the mattress until he finds a pillow. He bunches the corner of it tightly and feeds it into his mouth.

Yes.

Oh yes. This is how I want him. On his knees with his hole shining with my saliva. His dick filling my mouth, a pillow stuffed in his to stop him from moaning.

I’d love to say my performance is perfect, but it isn’t. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I’m too horny to think anything through. The best I can manage is a feral expression of lust without a lot of discretion. I lick him and suck him like an animal that’s only recently remembered it’s wild. I kiss his thighs indiscriminately, biting when kissing isn’t enough.

After a while, I land on a rhythm that clicks. I close my lips around his hole and suck gently as I dip my tongue in and out of him, stroking his cock firmly with my right hand. Orion rears up, throwing his head back, burying a hand in my hair and pulling just hard enough to activate every pleasure center in my body.

He’s like me now. Outside of himself. Wild and lost to the world.

His hips thrust, pistoning his dick through the hole between my fingers, until he tenses without warning. His scrotum tightens and he stiffens, sucking the air out of the room completely.

I don’t breathe. I can’t. Neither does he.

Then, I feel a surge. A sweet, heady rush as his pleasure tunnels powerfully through his cock and blasts out of him.

When my head clears, Orion’s dick is still in my hand, his ass still in the air. The side of his face is glued to the mattress, profile lit by the moon. His eyes are wide open, unseeing. His mouth is open too, jaw fully distended, as he lies paralyzed by the pleasure I brought him.

I flop onto the bed beside him, rolling onto my back to find my own release. My dick is so hard it’s painful. Throbbing. Pulsing with need. As I do it, Orion tries to lift his head. His eyes move slowly, tracking the movements of my hand sluggishly as I grip my cock.

He wants to help. I can see it in his eyes, but he’s too fucked out to move.

“S’okay,” I tell him. “Imma blow in ten seconds or less.”

Despite what I said, Orion curls up next to me and rests his head on my stomach. He opens his mouth just enough that the most sensitive part of my dick butts against his warm, fleshy lips. Now and again, he licks the tip lazily, swirling his tongue in slow, sleepy circles, as I stroke harder and faster.

At the last moment, the last second before pleasure hits, he opens his lips, forcing his mouth down on me, and sucks the life out of me.

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