Page 89 of Clean Finish

“This still isn’t a lesson, Seb.” His voice was hoarse and quiet. “I just want to do this. Can I?”

I should have said no. This was blurring the lines of our arrangement even more than the sweet kisses he’d given me earlier. This was him telling me that he wanted to do this with me, and I didn’t know what to think about that. I didn’t want to let myself hope only to be crushed even worse later down the line.

I should have said no. I should have been smart and gently formed boundaries with him. It was the only way to cling to the tiny scrap of self-preservation I had left.

I should have said no.

“Yes,” I whispered, smoothing strands of hair back from his face. “Only if you want to.”

“I want to. I love doing this with you.” I heard him swallow. “With you, Seb.”

What the fuck did that mean? I couldn’t think as he started kissing my chest again, shifting lower to nuzzle the line of hair bisecting my abs. I was already breathing fast. This was overwhelming me, because Larkin was kissing his way down my front just because he wanted to. Not for a lesson. Not to practise.

“Lark,” I croaked again when he reached my navel and nuzzled it, then rubbed his nose against the hair trailing into my shorts, inhaling deeply.

His hand was unsteady as he reached inside and clumsily grasped my cock, pulling it free. A tight groan escaped me through gritted teeth, my knee shifting outward to hang off the edge of the couch.

I took a gasping breath when his hot mouth engulfed the tip. He sucked softly, still a little unsure from having only done this once before, but soon he was circling his tongue around the head and moaning breathily against me, as if he genuinely loved doing this. To me.

His mouth sank lower, the hand ringing the base sliding up and down in little strokes, uncoordinated at first as he started bobbing his head. Then they synced up as he settled on a slow, lingering pace that was likely to make me shatter.

My body instinctively relaxed back into the couch at the sensation of hot, sucking draws on my cock. I threaded my fingers through his hair, which made him shiver and moan as he swirled his tongue around the head then sucked on it, his tongue moving rhythmically against my frenulum in a way that made my balls tighten. God, he was already good at this, mainly because he seemed to genuinely enjoy it. He was in no hurry as he sucked me, lavishing attention on the tip while his fist stroked over my length, before he started bobbing his head again and the soft sound of his sucking mouth filled the quiet room.

A deep groan rumbled from my chest. I was so hard my cock ached, which hopefully told him how much I was enjoying this, but I wanted to make sure he knew for certain.

“That feels so good, Lark,” I rasped, savouring the feel of his silky hair sliding between my fingers. “You love doing this, huh? I can tell. It’s fucking hot.”

“Mmm.” That desperate little moan made me shudder, bolts of pleasure racing down my length and into my balls.

Larkin slid his mouth free to smooth his tongue over my frenulum, lapping at it before gliding his tongue down my shaft to my sac. He sucked a ball into his mouth, moaning again when I hissed with pleasure and my hips strained up.

“You feel how tight they are already?” I panted. “You’re going to make me come. I’m so hard it hurts.”

I released his hair to play with the head of my cock while he sucked my balls, shuddering as slick pre-cum coated my fingertips.

“I’m leaking so much, Lark.” The words were almost a growl as my chest started to heave. He whimpered, lifting his head to lap at the tip, his breath hitching when his tongue bumped over my fingers.

He licked them desperately, tearing a hoarse groan from me, then another when he sucked my fingertips into his mouth with a whimper. My cock jerking, I slid my middle finger deeper, gliding it over his tongue. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked on it, before I pulled it free and guided his mouth back onto my dick.

The moment his hot tongue swirled around the tip, I grunted as my hips snapped up. Larkin moaned loudly and kept his head still, his lips wrapped around the tip, wordlessly telling me what he wanted.

Reminding myself to be careful, that this was still new to him, I started thrusting shallowly into his mouth. Just the head and the first inch of shaft, so I didn’t overwhelm him, but it was more than enough to send me careening toward the edge of orgasm.

“F-fuck,” I gasped, clutching restlessly at his hair. “I’m going to come, Lark. Your mouth feels s-so fucking good.”

He moaned breathily in encouragement, pumping his fist over my length faster and sucking hard as I fucked his mouth. My thrusts grew jerky and unsteady, breaths sawing out of me, until I stiffened up and began to shake.

“Fuck,” I bit out, thighs quaking. “I’m coming—”

The pressure broke, tearing a harsh groan from my throat. My cock bucked between his lips, pumping cum onto his tongue as my vision briefly whited out from the intensity of it. Larkin sucked feverishly, his fingers digging into my trembling thigh.

I tried not to writhe as my head ground back into the armrest. “Jesus—fuck.”

When I started twitching with oversensitivity, Larkin moaned softly and gentled his mouth, giving my cockhead one last lingering suck before sliding it free. As I sagged and tried to calm my thundering heart, he lunged up to kiss me, breathing hard. I cupped his cheek with a trembling hand, shuddering at the taste of myself on his tongue. When I felt his hard cock digging into my hip through his sweats, I moaned and started wriggling a hand down between us to stroke it.

But he shook his head and broke the kiss to whisper, “No, I’m okay.”

I stopped and slowly settled my hand on his hip. I could feel how hard he was, and I wanted nothing more than to make him come, but he’d said no, so that was that. Swallowing thickly, I lifted my head and kissed him again, slow and a little unsure. I had no idea what to think about any of this.