take control

Fucked

i suck harshly onto the skin underneath his jawline. the sound of pleasure that escapes his lips at the sensation is the reassurance i need to continue. i move downwards, just below the mark i've already left. the second i apply the same pressure to the area, i'm rewarded with a low moan of approval from mattheo. his hands move up and down my sides at the feeling, and i make a mental note for later that it's his sweet spot. he rotates his body slightly so that the space behind his back is empty. the change is an opportunity i take immediately, and i gently push him downwards so his back is on the roof while i'm hovered over him. i kiss down his neck, and stop at the hemline of his clothing. i decide against leaving him bare chested, because i don't want him to be any colder than he needs to be. i move back on his thighs so that i'm straddled just above his knees. maybe this way it'll look less stupid to suck him off when i have more room to bend down. "is this illegal?" he says in reference to, although being completely alone, technically being in a public place. i give him a blank stare at his words. "maybe," i shrug, and slip my fingers into his waistband. he grins at the response, and i can tell we're both on the same page. no one will come up here. if either of us thought someone would walk up, we wouldn't be risking it in the first place. "can i?" i make a brief pause before i tug his pants downward. he nods, giving me the 'ok.' accidentally, i tug his boxers down at the same time. i was going there anyway, so it didn't really matter, but it got a choked breath out of weston. "gonna help me out?" i feel more than eager to touch him, to make him feel good, so i hope he gets through this quickly. his body is propped up on his forearms, and now i'm really glad he kept his sweater on or else his arms would be scuffed up. "take your hand," i listen, "spit on it." i start reaching down towards his erection, not knowing hes going to continue to speak. "and at first, go-" his mouth opens wider at the sudden contact where he needs it most, "-slow.." i draw my hand up and down, watching as his body twitches with each movement. "you're doing so good," he nods with his eyes closed involuntarily. i lean over his waist, and spit a drop of saliva directly onto his tip. my lips follow immediately after, sucking onto the sensitive spot. "ah, fuck," his hips buck forward at the feeling, not having expected it just yet. i hesitantly attempt to take in more of him. after seeing the reaction i earned from the first moment of contact, it's hard to tell how much more he'll enjoy it. "keep doing that," he nods, "no teeth. use this hand for anything you can't take, don't force yourself." i listen to him, wanting to do everything exactly how he wants it. my head bobs up and down as my hand works towards the base. his reactions are enough to make me never want to stop. im positive i'll have some bruising up by the roof of my mouth, but it is what is. i bring my lips back up to the tip, swirling my tongue around him before sinking back down as far as i could go. a pleased moan leaves his throat, and by the way his hips twitch i can tell he's already close. "fuck, mar," his head is thrown backwards as he speaks. i feel like smiling at the success i'm having, but i don't wanna jinx it and accidentally knick him with my teeth. my tongue lapses around his swollen tip; getting the hang of it now. the books i read in middle school are definitely paying off. i watch as his jaw crooks open further, and his eyes squint shut in concentration. i take the subtle changes as a sign to push my limits. i bring my lips down as far as i can, nearly gagging but thankfully stopping myself. "shit," he swears through an airy breath. his strong hands reach for my loose hair, and hold it firm behind my ears for me. the tight grasp he has on my thick strands spur me on even further. a small moan slips out when he tugs my hair; vibrating around him. his moan meshes with mine now, louder than before. "mar," i look up at him to see him cock his head to the side. i assume hes asking for me to move over, so he doesn't have to make me swallow for my first time. i don't move though, instead i pick up my pace. within seconds, i feel him finish on my tongue, along with the an extended moan of pleasure coming from him. it wasn't as weird as i thought; seeing him like this. it's more rewarding than it is bizarre. i hesitate for a minute, but ultimately decide to follow through with what i was intending. his chest relaxes once he's finished, leaving me to swallow quickly
i untie him he pulled me down onto his lap kissing me needy and passionate "again?" He coughed I smile at him "let it have a break for a while" I smiled before kissing him again I get dressed into my pjs