Things To Hide In The Dark. (Harringrove)

Chapter Seven.

Billy pushed Steve back on the bed, and before Steve could think Billy's lips were around his cock. Steve's head spun as he tangled his fingers in Billy's curly hair. Billy was completely confident in his ability to give a blow job. He'd done it before, back in Cali, but he shook the thought out of his mind.

This was Steve. This was his reason for being lately in all honesty. He had been angry for a really long time, but with Steve... he felt like his life was just beginning. Only they were just fooling around. No feelings, no strings, just fun. That's all Steve wanted. Right?

"Jesus christ Billy." That moan from Steve's lips drove Billy wild.

He pushed Steve's thighs up and pulled off of his now leaking cock. He looked at the sight before him. Steve's tight little ass on full display for nobody but him. Steve blushed like crazy when he saw Billy looking at his most intimate areas.

Billy leaned forward and flicked his tongue over Steve's puckered hole. Steve inhaled sharply, unsure what to make of this, when Billy did it again. He groaned, the feeling completely different, but exciting.

"Wh-what.." Steve was having a difficult time relaying coherent thought. This was so dirty. His mind was reeling, and Billy's strong hands squeezing at his soft thighs didn't make it any better. Billy was absolutely insufferable in the best fucking way.

"Calm down baby, I'm going to make you feel so good." Billy's deep voice ran tingles up Steve's spine, he shivered.

Billy licked at Steve's entrance until he calmed down, relaxing into the feeling of the warm tongue there. It felt so good, Steve didn't even notice the noises he had been making. Billy noticed, and he loved that sound. He would remember those sounds for the rest of his life.

Steve was pulling at Billy's hair, but it was unintentional. He was so distracted by the new sensations, and Billy overall. He couldn't get enough of this boy from California. He couldn't believe that Billy wanted him like this.

"Taste so fucking good baby." Billy told him coming up from between his legs.

Steve almost wanted to cry at the loss of contact, but then his cock went back into Billy's mouth. He couldn't keep up with him, his head was spinning. He hadn't ever felt this good in his entire life.

Billy's tongue swirled and his lips wrapped around it with the perfect amount of suction. He'd never had a blow job this good. Not ever.

Steve's thighs quaked and quivered. Billy rubbed them soothingly, Steve didn't miss that gesture. It made his heart flutter, but this was only a good time. So he shook the thought away and savored everything he felt.

Steve could feel his orgasm building at an alarming rate. His whole body flushed and his toes curled. He couldn't comprehend anything but Billy in that moment. How this boy that he'd once thought hated him, was now the person keeping him from insanity.

Billy's mouth was skilled in such a way that could kill Steve. He felt so good. When his orgasm hit, it was like a hurricane. He'd never came that hard ever. His whole body convulsed in pleasure.

"Feels good baby, I know." Billy soothed, rubbing his hips.

Steve trembled, his moans softening. He found Billy's lips on his chest, trailing up to his neck. His orgasm ending in a lingering pleasant buzz, and the soft touches of Billy leaving him breathless.

Billy kissed his lips, and Steve didn't hesitate to kiss him back. Their tongues didn't take long to fine one another's, and Steve dies for the second time that night. He didn't want this to stop, he really wanted this to be their lives.