Gritting my teeth, I again obeyed him. I felt incredibly exposed, with my ass in the air and my cheeks spread a little, but instead of giving in to my embarrassment, I made a point to clench my ass muscles while I cleaned.
I heard Oliver’s low groan, and I had to bite back my own grin. Still on my knees, I looked over my shoulder at him. “You want to come over and inspect my work?” I asked with feigned innocence.
I wasn’t sure how it was possible, but his dick looked even harder as he approached me. The tip was flushed and slick with pre-cum. He stood at my side, his cock so close to my face that I had to turn my head to keep from giving in to the temptation to lick it.
“That looks perfect,” he said, and I heard his breaths coming faster now. Was he resisting the urge to touch me as well? “I have something else for you to do.”
I quickly washed my hands at the sink, trying to control my nervous shaking, for I was almost certain Oliver would take me to the bedroom next. But instead of venturing deeper into the house, he led me back to the living room, and I realized I was disappointed.
“The windows need cleaning,” he told me, nodding toward the supplies he’d left on one of the side window sills. I had to admire how steady his voice sounded as he ordered me around.
Yet I didn’t walk over to the window. Instead, I released a frustrated sigh and then turned to face him, no longer trying to shield my erection from his view. “When are you going to give up this charade of pretending that you only want to watch me do housework in the nude?” I asked.
“When you finally admit that you want my lips wrapped around your cock,” Oliver immediately responded, no longer smiling now. I knew he was daring me to make the first real move, and to stop skirting around the fact that I desired him.
And this time, I didn’t back down. Instead, I advanced upon Oliver, cupping his face in my hands so I could kiss him hard, almost punishing him with my mouth. I poured all of my frustration, my pent-up longing, into that kiss, and he seemed to welcome the ferocity of it. His lips parted for me, and I slipped my tongue between them. I couldn’t hold back a moan as the kiss deepened and grew even more passionate.
For the first time, he allowed himself to touch me. I felt his hands gliding over my naked skin, down my back and to my ass, which he grabbed and then squeezed, his fingers kneading my flesh. When he pulled me to him, holding me fast, our erections were nestled between our bodies, and the feel of his cock against my belly made me rock my hips, grinding against him.
Finally Oliver broke the kiss, and we were both breathing hard as we stared at each other with unbridled lust. “Go sit on the couch,” he told me, and it was an order I was happy to follow.
As soon as I sat down, he moved to kneel on the couch beside me. After we shared another hungry kiss, he didn’t tease me or make me wait even a second longer. No, he quickly lowered his head and took me in his mouth, and I released a loud groan at the feel of his lips circling my shaft, and of his warm tongue swirling over the tip of my cock.
I never dreamed I’d be witness to such a sight. Gazing down at him, I was seemingly mesmerized watching my cock disappear inch by inch between his lips. “Ah, Christ!” I breathed. “Holy fuck!”
The enthusiasm he showed while sucking me off was almost as exciting as the sensation his skillful mouth provided. There was no mistaking his enjoyment while he performed this act, and when he began to play with my balls, I started trembling.
It was too soon, I told myself, far too soon to come, but I’d never in my life been pleasured like this. The man was an absolute expert at sucking dick. When he held the tip of my cock in the back of his throat, keeping it there for what seemed an impossible length of time, I almost came right then. Just as I began to warn him, he lifted his head, taking in a breath before he grinned up at me. I noticed his eyes watering a little, but he hadn’t gagged once. And not once had he stroked me with his hands while sucking me; instead, he seemed insistent upon letting his mouth do all the work, and it was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen or felt.
“Jesus Christ, your mouth is incredible!” I said in a guttural voice. “You’ve got me right on the edge…”
Oliver stroked my cock while moving his lips to my sack. “Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. When he sucked my right ball into his mouth, I shook harder. He must have sensed I was about to lose control, for his stroking slowed as he continued giving my balls plenty of attention. Even while I breathed hard and fast, I was able to calm down a little, no longer having to fight back an imminent orgasm.
During this brief reprieve, I couldn’t resist sliding my fingers between Oliver’s ass cheeks, seeking out his puckered hole. He moaned all around my cock when I began massaging him. My touch was tentative at first, a little unsure, but his pleasured moans grew louder, and soon he was deep-throating my dick again.
At that moment, the boundaries of my world narrowed until I could focus only on his mouth moving up and down my cock. “I’m really close!” I warned him. If anything, that spurred Oliver on, and he made a noise of encouragement, letting me know he wanted me to come in his mouth.
I rested a hand on his head. The sounds of my heavy breathing, and of him relentlessly sucking my cock, filled the room. Every muscle in my body seemed to tense, yearning for that exquisite release.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I bucked my hips, driving my dick into the back of Oliver’s throat. He took every single inch, and as I slid my hand over his back, I realized he was sweating from the effort. His skin was hot to the touch, and though he was the one pleasuring me, he seemed almost as aroused by the act as I was.
I came with a shout that echoed throughout the room, and I heard his eager gulps as he swallowed my cum. “Oh fuck!” I cried, staring down at him as more of my semen spurted into his mouth.
Oliver didn’t lift his head until I was finally spent, drained of every drop. I watched as he slowly sat up, licking at a bit of cum that lingered on his lower lip. I was left dumbstruck by his skills, unable to conjure up any description that could adequately convey how fucking incredible the blowjob had been. Oliver looked at my face and seemed to understand; I was sure he’d left plenty of men in this state.
Leaning toward me, he gave me a deep, insistent kiss, thrusting his tongue between my lips. As I eagerly returned his kiss, I reached for his cock, taking it in my hand. It twitched in my grasp, and I wanted nothing more at that moment than to make Oliver come. I could feel his pre-cum on my fingers, and I shamelessly brought my hand to my mouth to lick my skin clean.
He watched me with parted lips as his breathing quickened. His cheeks were flushed, and his hair was a little tousled from me running my fingers through it before. “Lie back,” he murmured.
I quickly did as Oliver said, resting my head on the arm of the couch while I stretched out before him. The couch was large enough to comfortably provide room for both of us, and Oliver placed a knee on either side of my thighs. His dick throbbed with his heartbeat, and I licked my lips while gazing up at it.