Free Humbug by Joanna Chambers Page B

see your cock. I want to taste it.”
    I swallowed hard and his soft chuckle in my ear told me he knew the effect he was having on me.
    Without another word, he dropped to his knees and pressed a hot-mouthed kiss to my taut belly before leaning back on his heels and turning his attention to my jeans. He smiled as he unfastened the metal studs, his movements unhurried, and then he was easing the jeans down over my hips, uncovering my white Calvin Klein trunks and the hard, needy cock that was presently trying to burst out of them.
    “Rob—” I began, my voice pleading, but I had no idea how to go on, could only stare at him as he traced the damp patch on my trunks with his thumb, his fascinated gaze fixed on my cock as it twitched in reaction. I must have leaked a fair amount of precum because the damp patch was sizeable, and as Rob slid his thumb back and forth, the shadowy pinkness of the flushed skin of my cock showed through the now transparent fabric.
    Rob dipped his head and rubbed his face against the hardness, the dampness.
    “You smell so good,” he murmured, mouthing at my prick.
    I choked out a cry. “I’m going to come in my pants if you don’t watch out.”
    He looked up, grinning. “That would be hot,” he said. “But let’s save it for another time. I want this bad boy in my mouth.”
    “Oh, Jesus.”
    He slid his thumbs into the waistband of my trunks and drew them down too, careful to ease the waistband over my hard shaft. My cock sprang free with an exuberant bounce that made us both laugh, and when Rob looked up at me, grin wide, warm eyes dancing with amusement, I felt the weirdest bolt of—God, I don’t know. It was lust and fondness together. Laughter and desire, a heady mix of different pleasures that somehow connected all the different parts of me, my cock and my brain and my heart.
    Fuck, what was I thinking?
    What indeed? Suddenly I couldn’t think—because Rob had lowered his head again and his hand was gripping my shaft as he readied himself to taste me.
    I gasped when his tongue finally touched me, lapping a warm circle over the blunt head of my cock, once, twice, three times before his mouth engulfed me and he took me in fully. His fist prevented him going too deep at first, but I couldn’t stop a whimper. Could only stand there, legs barely able to hold me up as I watched him work.
    After a while, he opened his fist, loosening his grip on me somewhat, but still cradling my shaft with the side of his hand, revealing my flushed length to his hungry gaze. Then, canting his head to the side, he began licking stripes up and down my shaft, driving more whimpers from my throat and prompting me to reach for him, my hand clutching at his shoulder. His tongue moved in wet, lavish worship, snaking down lower to slide over my balls. I shuddered at the first slither of wetness on my scrotum, then groaned when he dipped his head to press a few wet, sucking kisses there.
    “Fucking hell,” I managed to get out. “I’m really close.”
    Rob hadn’t even put my whole cock in his mouth yet and I was ready to blow like a geyser. I wasn’t sure why I’d got so turned on so quickly, perhaps it was something about the pleasure Rob was taking from this himself. Sometimes sex felt like taking turns—you get me off, then it’s my turn. This wasn’t anything like that. Rob was giving me everything, but from the noises he was making he was getting off on it as much as I was, and that was so fucking hot.
    He was licking his way up my shaft again now, rising higher on his knees. Distantly, I was aware that I was whimpering and groaning, muttering swear words and pleas, one hand clutching at his shoulder, the other drifting into his thick hair. And then— oh fuck!— then his mouth drove down over my throbbing dick and I was plunging into heat and warmth and suction. I yelled out, my fingers tightening in his silky hair.
    I surrendered myself to the pleasure, to the heat, to the clasping muscles in