LOL: Laugh Out Loud (After Oscar, #2)(76)

He gazed up at me, unseeing. His face was deep pink, and his bottom lip was pinned by his top teeth. His chest heaved with the intake of breaths, and his hands automatically reached for his dick.

I moved his hands away and leaned in to suck the head of his cock into my mouth.

“Ungh,” Scotty croaked. “Stop or I’ll come!”

I looked up at him and noticed the tendons straining in his neck and the clenched fists by his side. He was riding the edge of his orgasm, and I could tell he wasn’t sure if he wanted me to stop or continue.

I made it easy for him.

With my eyes locked on his, I leaned in, swallowing his cock all the way into my throat and sliding a slick finger inside him.

“Roman!” he gasped as his climax hit all at once. His back arched, his eyes rolled back, and the thick liquid of his release began pegging the back of my throat. Every muscle in his body seemed to contract, spasming through his orgasm. He was so fucking beautiful, and making him feel like that was amazing.

I sucked lightly while he came down from his high, and eventually I moved to kiss the smooth skin over his hip as his legs sagged down beside me on the mattress.

“Why didn’t you wait?” he asked in a semi-slurred voice. “‘Till you were inside me?”

I moved up and brushed the hair from his forehead, taking in his blissed-out expression and the soft grin overtaking his lips. “Not that I’m complaining,” he added.

“I wanted to see you fly,” I told him. “You’re gorgeous when you come. You don’t hold back, and I love that.”

Scotty gazed at me like I was the second coming of Christ. It was a heady feeling to be the focus of such appreciative attention.

His eyes slid from half-mast to three-quarters-mast as he fought sleep. “Still want you inside me,” he murmured.

“And that will happen. But first, sleep.”

“Hm?”

I continued to run my fingers lightly through his hair and along the side of his face, simply enjoying the sight of a sated Scotty in slumber. I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his warm cheek. “Sleep, baby.”

He was asleep in two seconds.

I lay on my side watching his chest rise and fall. At some point I must have fallen asleep myself because I woke up with the warm pink light of sunrise illuminating Scotty’s messy curls as he ran a tongue up my hard dick.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, reaching a hand into his hair. “Fuck, Scotty, god. Mpfh.”

It felt so good, the hot wet suction of his mouth around me and his hands wandering along my inner thighs. I watched him suck me off as my brain tried to click into gear. It was impossible. The feel of him, the sight of him, it was all too much. So I lay back and enjoyed the attentions, sucking in a breath every time he got me close to the edge and pulled off.

His light blue eyes watched me as he lavished my cock with attention, until suddenly he sat up and reached for something in the bedsheets. The sound of crinkling condom packet hit my ears and when he reached for my cock, it jerked in anticipation.

Scotty rolled the condom on me before pumping out lube and reaching behind himself to prep. The look of pleasure on his face as his fingers found his hole made my dick jump again.

“Scotty,” I groaned. “I want to see.”

His grin was adorable. “Too late, Spartacus. I’m ready.”

He added another pump of lube to my dick before moving up and kneeling over me to position himself over my hard shaft.

I groaned again in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to feel his body’s hot squeeze around me. As soon as he sank down over the tip, we both let out cries of bliss. He felt so fucking good, it was hard to keep still when all my body wanted was to shove up inside him hard and fast.

As Scotty worked himself onto me with little pulses up and down, I hissed out a breath and tried not to notice the delectable dark blond treasure trail on his belly, the dusky discs of his nipples, or the sexy curve of his shoulders and biceps muscles.

Suddenly, I was seated all the way inside him. My hands grasped his hips and held him there as I ground up into him, locking eyes with him to watch his pupils edge out the blue of his irises.

He leaned down to kiss me, so I curled up to meet him. Scotty’s mouth was tender and gentle, asking for a connection I was eager to give him. He rocked his hips, pulling his body off me before sinking back on again slowly. It was languid and sweet, reminding me of the many flavors of sex with Scotty, but this one was different. I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt so connected to another person.

“Scotty,” I breathed against his mouth.

He pulled back from the kiss and met my eyes again. We stayed that way for a long time, moving our bodies together and speaking without words. When the emotion between us reached a breaking point, I flipped him onto his back and began slowly sliding in and out of him, changing angles until he cried out my name.

Scotty began babbling then, begging for release, begging for me to stay right there, to make him come, to never leave. His eyes fluttered closed, and his breathing hitched. I reached for his cock and stroked it to push him over the edge since I was close too.

As soon as his orgasm hit and his body squeezed me in a vice grip, I lost it. Waves of pleasure moved through me, stealing my breath and blanking my vision. I pressed deep inside him as my body released, and when my brain started clearing, I realized Scotty was wrapped tightly around me like a four-limbed boa constrictor.