L. A. Witt - Rules 1 - Rules of Engagement by L.A. Witt Read Free Book Online

like I could taste his heartbeat as his body responded to my touch.
    He propped himself up on one elbow and watched me, his lips parted and his eyes half-closed. Running his fingers through my hair, he said, “Oh fuck, that’s good….”
    I smiled and ran my tongue up the shaft of his cock, intoxicated by the taste and warmth of his skin. I took the head into my mouth, then a little more, slowly rising before taking more. I wasn’t ready to try deep-throating, but I loved the way his cock felt in my mouth and I wanted more.
“Jesus, are you sure you’ve never done this?” His voice sounded like little more than a moan.
    Running the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock, I caught the tiny, salty-sweet drop of pre-cum. “I think I’d remember if I had.” And I took him into my mouth again, stroking with one hand as he had done to me.
    His fingers tightened against my scalp. “Then you’re a fast fucking learner.” He groaned and his hips lifted slightly, his cock twitching in my mouth. “Christ, Dustin, you’re gonna make me come.”
    My own cock ached as he said that, and I stroked him faster, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could comfortably manage. My heart pounded and my balls tightened, my entire body reacting as if I were on the verge of an orgasm. The more I sucked him, the closer I was to coming. Giving him a blowjob turned me on as much as receiving a blowjob ever had.
He moaned. “Oh fuck, you’re going—” His body tensed. “Wait, wait,” he pleaded.
    I stopped, looking up at him as I swept my tongue across my lips. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He was panting, his hand trembling as he ran his fingers through my hair. “But I want you to fuck me.”
    My breath caught. I swallowed.
“Please,” he whispered. “I need you to fuck me.”
    I couldn’t remember how to speak. The very thought of being inside him nearly made me come right then and there. We both moved to our knees and kissed hungrily. I don’t know whose body was trembling more, but we were both breathless and unsteady.
    Brandon broke the kiss and leaned across the bed to the nightstand. He grabbed a condom and a small bottle of lube. Then he looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Ever done this before?”
    “Yes.” I paused and cleared my throat. “Not with a man, though.” He laughed as he handed me the condom. “Same idea.”
    Tearing the condom wrapper with my teeth, I managed to get it on quickly in spite of my badly shaking hands. Brandon put some lube on his hand and kissed me as he stroked my cock.
    “Careful,” I said.
“Why?” he asked, smirking.
“Keep touching me like that and you’ll make me come.”
He released me so abruptly it took my breath away. “Can’t have that,” he said with a grin.
    “Turn around,” I growled playfully. He gave me a wink and did as I asked. Putting my hands on his hips, I paused just to look at him. I was used to the soft, hourglass shape of a woman viewed from this angle, but Brandon was no less sexy; his broad shoulders and back tapered perfectly to his narrow waist, the muscles rippling as he supported his weight with his arms. I ran my fingers over his tattoo, my breath catching as his back arched and his skin quivered beneath my touch.
    “Jesus,” I whispered.
He looked over his shoulder. “You okay?”
“Oh yeah,” I said. “Just enjoying the view.”
He laughed softly. Then he pushed back against me, pressing his ass against my cock.
     
My fingertips made slow, soft circles on his lower back. “Impatient, are we?”
     
“You’re damn right.”
    I teased him with my cock, pushing just slightly against him, grinning to myself as he shivered. Pushing a little harder, I let just the head of my cock slide into him before pulling back again. It was all I could do to keep myself in control. I wanted him so bad it hurt, but I wanted to draw this out, to tease him.
“Jesus, Dustin.” He was almost whimpering. “I can’t wait. Fuck