Between the Pipes (Offsides #3)

by J.J. Mulder

Chuckling, he cups both hands around my calves and pulls my legs further apart to give himself more room. He palms my thighs, calluses rough against the sensitive skin. It feels fucking amazing. He makes that humming noise again, and this time I don’t have to ask before he speaks. “Well, I suppose I don’t have to tell you that this is my first time doing this,” he says wryly, and I huff a small laugh. His fingers tighten on my legs. “You don’t have to,” I say again. He ignores this. “Tell me what you like.” “Honestly? It’s been a long time. I’m probably going to blow the moment you put your mouth on me.” I pause, thinking about this. “So, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, maybe we’d better⁠—" I suck in a sharp breath as Anthony lowers his head and licks the head of my dick. He does it again, pressing more firmly into the slit where precum has beaded. He hums, wrapping his lips around the sensitive tip and swirling his tongue around. Helplessly, I lean back and finally dive a hand into his hair. Soft, exactly as I imagined it would be, and plenty to grab onto—also like I imagined. I give an experimental tug on one of his curls and he groans, mouth dropping lower and taking more of me in. I have to physically hold myself back from thrusting upward into his mouth. He’s going agonizingly slow, and I’d think he was doing it on purpose with the intent to drive me crazy, if I didn’t know this was his first time. I do my best to behave. He’s experimenting with how deep h...