Love At First Hate (Love At Firsts Book 2)(40)
TattooedSoldier81: Look up.
I frown at my phone, confused and look up, pickle still between my lips, eyes meeting Nate’s blue eyes. He’s grinning, sitting a few rows from me. I smirk and start licking the tip of the pickle.
He crosses his legs and adjusts himself. I’m affecting him quicker than I thought. I don’t stop my teasing. I want to see how far I can push him until he has to go to the bathroom to either finish off or take some time out.
I lick and suck at the pickle, swirling my tongue at the tip of it, taking small bites of it. The people around us don’t exist, but I’m sure a few of them are looking at me disgusted and thinking I’m just weird. I’m surprised no one has called for security yet.
It doesn’t take Nate long before he gets up quickly and power walks to the bathroom, holding his bag in front of his crotch. I pack up my stuff and get up. I throw away the rest of my coffee and eat the last bite of the pickle before following him to the bathroom.
I was ready to wait for a week, but this teasing probably got me as worked up and hard as it did Nate.
I walk toward him, making him walk back into a stall. Probably not the best place to make out and do whatever else we’re going to do, but this is the handiest place we have.
I lock the door behind me, and we drop our bags. We’re both panting, looking at each other, waiting to see who will make the first move, who will give into temptation first.
It takes us approximately ten seconds before we are on each other, even if it felt like an eternity.
I knew Matt was traveling to Hawaii, but I had no idea we would end up on the same flight and much less stuck in an airport together. I don’t really know why I didn’t walk to him straightaway when I saw him. I sat there, watching him, taking him in for twenty minutes. I was about to message him when he messaged me.
Just watching him and thinking about last night was making me hard, but the fact that he was sucking on that pickle as if it were a cock, my cock, nearly sent me over the edge straightaway.
I had to escape to the bathroom to take care of business, but Matt didn’t see it that way. He followed me, and that’s how I ended up with my back against the bathroom stall, my dick out and Matt’s lips wrapped around the tip.
Was I ready for it to finally happen? Yes. Did I ever expect it to happen in an airport bathroom? Not in a million years. Do I care? No.
His voluptuous lips are wrapped around the tip of my cock, sucking and teasing. He’s out to make it last for me and for it to be memorable when I just want to come and reciprocate. I want to feel him, taste him.
With his left hand, he’s playing with my balls. Squeezing and rolling them ever so gently as he’s stroking my dick with his right hand.
He pulls away from me and licks his lips, never breaking eye contact as he’s stroking me lazily, hunger filling his eyes. He wants more but doesn’t want to go too fast for me when I want nothing more than for him to take me. The only issue is I’m rendered speechless because of the mind-blowing experience I’m going through right now.
He’s deliberately taking his time, enjoying this sweet torture he’s putting me through, and truth be told, I’m enjoying every single second of it.
He flicks the tip of his tongue on the tip of my cock before dragging it down, ever so slowly. My legs are weak, barely holding me up from the amount of pleasure I’m feeling.
I never thought it would feel this good. Either Matt really is a god, or I’m feeling this way because it was always meant to be Matt. Either way, this is heaven.
When he reaches the base of my cock with his tongue, he licks and sucks on my balls, nearly sending me over the edge right then and there. My strangled moan must have been enough to let him know that I was already close because he pulls away from me and smirks at me. I groan at the loss of his lips around my cock and the warmth and wetness of his mouth.
Not a word is exchanged between us. They aren’t needed. We know.
I take a deep breath and gasp when he takes my cock deep in his mouth and throat. I wasn’t prepared for this. He looks up at me, his eyes shining with pleasure, my cock deep in his mouth and slowly pulls away, but not all the way. He stops at the tip and sucks on it, long and hard before taking my cock deep in his mouth again.
I’m not going to last much longer if he keeps this up. I can already feel my balls tightening as he keeps sucking me hard. I’m glad there’s a wall behind me or I’d have fallen to the ground already.
“Babe, I’m getting close,” I whisper as I can feel myself get closer and closer. I don’t want to just come down his throat without warning.
He just winks at me and sucks me harder and faster, squeezing and rolling my balls in rhythm. I entwine my right hand in his hair, guiding him down on my cock as I thrust my hips to his rhythm.
It doesn’t take long for me to come in a low, deep groan, emptying myself into Matt’s mouth.
My breathing is heavy, my heart is pounding, and I feel like I weigh a ton, but I’ve never felt this light. It’s like something has been lifted off of my shoulders.
I look down at Matt who is still crouching down between my legs, hair messed up, a big grin on his face as he’s lazily stroking my cock, licking the few remnants of cum he didn’t get.
He stands up and looks into my eyes before kissing me passionately. Tasting him and myself on his lips and tongue just makes me want to get down on him and do what he just did to me. And that’s exactly what I intend to do.