Sure enough, not even five seconds later, his tongue licks a hot, wet strip up the underside of my dick, an embarrassingly loud gasp flying from me. Glassy, hooded eyes look up at me beneath thick, dark lashes, a cocksure grin pulling on his lips. The sight of him in between my knees, looking hungry and carnal, is flip-flopping my insides, and driving me insane with need.

“Please suck me,” I beg, hips lifting slightly. The desperation is dripping from my words.

“You and your manners… It’s sexy as hell. Since you said please,” he murmurs seconds before closing his lips around the crown of my cock. His tongue twirls around, hand fisting at the base, stroking up as his mouth slides down.

“Oh, my fucking God.” My hand flies to his head, weaving through his hair, as my eyes roll back. The suction, the use of his tongue, his hand work… all of it. It’s ethereal. His mouth glides up and down my length expertly, his hand moving lower to roll my balls.

I can’t think. Can’t even form sentences. My entire world is hanging on the precipice that is his mouth.

How can a blowjob feel this amazing?

Is it because he’s older?

Is it because it’s forbidden?

Is it because he’s a goddamn chiseled Greek god?

Probably all the above, but I’m here for it.

His hand toying with my balls drops even lower, fingers carefully massaging my hole. As he applies pressure, breaching, going past the first ring of muscle, his mouth never leaves my cock. His blowjob is messy enough that he slipped inside easily enough with spit alone, but if we do much more, we’ll need actual lube.

“Do, uh,” I begin to ask, my voice raspy. “Do you have any…”

“Lube?” he finishes for me.

“Mmhmm.”

“I do… you’re sure?” I know he’s asking more than just if I want him to get the lube.

“I’m more than sure. Please.” The smirk that forms on my face can’t be helped. I know what “please” does to him, and I love it. “Uh, also, lose the pants while you’re at it.”

His head tips back as he laughs, his long neck pulled taut. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a packet of lube and a condom. My insides dance at the fact that he came here prepared… confirming this isn’t one sided at all. He wants this just as much as I do.

He stands tall, dropping his pants and stepping out of them. My mouth salivates and my eyes widen as my gaze zeros in on his cock. It’s huge—bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with—and aesthetically pleasing… Seriously, are penis models a thing? If so, his penis totally could be a model.