I am so glad I came out tonight. I hadn't had a blow job like this in ages.
Ever, probably. James took more of me into his mouth and I didn't care about how cool the evening was now. All that mattered was the warmth of his mouth and what he was doing with his tongue. Tightening his mouth around me somehow --- sucking just hard enough to make me gasp --- and running the tip of his tongue from the base of my cock, along the vein.
If he chokes and I get blamed for it, I don't give a damn. A huff of laughter burst out of me and I smothered it just in time, not wanting to spoil the mood but I doubted anything could have distracted James. He sucked cock like he was born to do it and I was happy to let him. I'd never had my dick in an anonymous almost-stranger's mouth before and felt like laughing with the sheer exuberance of it.
He slipped a cool hand under my balls and the cold of it contrasted sharply with the warm of his tongue, his mouth, holy fuck, the back of his throat. He gave them a gentle squeeze at the same moment his throat thrummed with the vaguest moan and I thought, no way. No way is he enjoying this as much as I am.
James's free hand groped around for something, I didn't know what, on my thigh, waist...I had no idea. But when my confusion and the darkness around us conspired to make my hand fall against his own, he latched on and pulled it immediately to him, threading my fingers through his hair for me.
Oh. Yes. This. Definitely this.
"God." The first word I'd said in I didn't know how long and it was blasphemous. My hand tightened against his scalp and I threw my head back. The brickwork again scratched at me but it barely registered. I looked up and my field of vision blurred. I closed my eyes and saw stars. "Fuck."
My fingers twitched against James's scalp, wondering how tight I could pull. Something told me he wouldn't mind if I got a bit rough, but that same something again whispered, not yet.
It happened quickly, much quicker than it usually did. Maybe it was down to the fact I'd been horny since I'd first seen him in Archangel's.
Maybe it was the fear of being caught. Either way I started swearing under my breath. Something I was given to. The swearing, anyway. I still had some presence of mind left, a desire to get away with this, a prayer that we not get caught. "Fuck. Fuck." Again my hand tightened when he moved, that fucking amazing tongue of his making my eyes water every time it moved. "I'm gonna --- "
I came before I could even say it, my hips jerking forward automatically.
My knees buckled, but James being there held me up. And he kept sucking my cock until a split second before it would have become uncomfortable.
Drawing back, James gasped. Breathless, as if the situations had been reversed. He pulled himself to his feet and the heat radiated off him, a stark contrast to seconds before when he'd been kneeling and I'd had nothing before my face but cold air and a promise of an orgasm.
He neared me, only by a fraction, and I twitched by an even smaller fraction, but he noticed. "It's all right." His warm breath, a quiet laugh, reached me, and he slipped his arms round my waist. "I swallowed. I'm not into snowballing, but I remembered you wanted me to kiss you."
"I ask for a..." My speech cut off, and it took a second or two for me to catch my breath. Laughing again, I managed to finish what I'd been trying to say. "I ask for a kiss and get a blow job. I definitely got the better end of that bargain, I think."
"There's more where that came from," he murmured, kissing me at long last. Only a light peck on the lips. Something tentative, which seemed strange, given what he'd been doing seconds before.
"Kisses or blow jobs?"
"Both." He shrugged. "If you want them."
"If I --- "
And he kissed me again, less tentatively, parting my lips with that fucking amazing tongue of his. I tasted the vaguest hint of saltiness.
Didn't mind one bit. I shivered.
"We should go somewhere warmer now," James said.
"I wasn't shivering from cold."
"I'm that good a kisser, am I?"
"That as well. I'm rather taken with the way you suck cock, too."
"I should charge money for it. Sucky sucky, only twenty quid. Fuck. I mean dollah."
"Twenty? Damn inflation."
"Okay, seeing as you taste so good you can have a freebie. And that's something else to cross off your list. Anything else you'd care to try, Texas?"
So we were back to nicknames and teasing. The threat of intimacy had been there for a fleeting moment, but it was gone and probably just as well. Strangers did this sort of thing better than friends. Or even acquaintances. People with any sort of familiarity.
"Yeah, I'd like to tuck my cock back in before we get away from here. I think I'd scare people if I stumbled out into the street like this." With shaking hands, I somehow managed to right myself, do up my zipper without doing myself an injury, and struggle through buckling my belt.
"Yeah, you're not wrong." He stepped back again, holding a shadowy hand to his darkness-obscured face. "I think you nearly dislocated my jaw."
"I'll take that as a compliment," I shot back. "Although if there's anything I can do to make up for it..."
He brushed some dust from the ground off his knees, straightened up again and faced me. I wished I could see his eyes instead of just this silhouette. "Now that," he said, laughter coloring his voice, "is an offer I can't refuse."
Chapter Four
It turned out James lived nearer to
