[NSFW content in chapter]
I freeze in place, my lips hovering an inch from Tyler's, and the silence hangs heavily between us. The only sound is a creak in the couch and a faint grumble from his stomach, churning to digest the meal I'd made for him.
His eyes flicker open and meet mine while I stare blankly at him in horror. My mind reels, trying to come up with something to say, but I draw a blank, trying to come up with any excuse for why I would react with a moan instead of disgust when he burped directly into my mouth.
My mouth must be moving because Tyler moves his hand from my cheek to shush my lips before grinning warmly. "I didn't know dinner worked you up so much," he whispers, moving his hand down from my lips to my jeans and running it back and forth over my crotch.
I gulp, and still fail to think of anything to say, still searching for an excuse, a reason that's anything other than being turned on by watching him eat. I bite my lip when his fingers pause over the bulge forming in my jeans, my eyes fluttering closed.
"Really worked up," he says in a deeper voice, almost a growl, and that's all it takes to get me fully erect and excited.
I run my hands over his stomach, feeling a little more bold, and start to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt, starting at the bottom instead of the top where I normally would during a hookup. I get two undone and slide my hand in. His skin feels tight and a little warm to the touch, my fingers gently massaging across the distended belly.
His lips meet mine again, our eyes closing as he reaches under my shirt to undo my jeans with one hand, teasing the zipper down and gently feeling my length through my boxer briefs. I groan, moving my own hand down to undo his belt and jean button, but instead of reaching down, keep my fingers working on his stomach.
"Fuck," he moans under his breath, breaking the kiss to move his head to the side and trying to muffle a low belch into his shoulder. It's sexy and deep and makes my erection throb. He turns back to me with softer eyes. "Sorry, excuse me, I-"
"Don't," I say quickly, lowering my voice and pausing. "Don't apologize, and don't turn away to do...that." My hand moves over his stuffed stomach more intently, and his eyes meet mine evenly. I feel terrified, but confident, massaging his belly in a loving but aroused way.
"Oh, you..." he whispers, and I watch everything fall into place before a knowing smirk spreads across his face. "You wanted me to over indulge tonight, didn't you?"
I bite my lip, and he has his answer when I lean my head back and he starts stroking me more vigorously. My breath hitches in my throat and I moan, my hand absently running over his stomach lustfully.
"Will you let me indulge a little further?" he growls, slithering off the couch carefully and teasing my jeans further down my thighs and starting to tug at my boxer briefs.
I suddenly feel self conscious, not having hooked up with someone whose opinion I actually valued in a long time, but I lift my hips so he can tug them down with my jeans. My erection pops out eagerly, precum already dribbling out the tip, and I automatically reach my hand to grasp it and moan.
Tyler gently moves my hand away, letting his fingers graze over me and it sends a shiver down my spine. His head dips down and I feel his tongue roll over my balls. My head tilts back and I close my eyes, moaning deeply as his tongue moves up from my balls to lick the length of my shaft, base to tip.
I rest my hand on Tyler's head, gently pushing him towards me every time he pulls away. He presses his lips to the back of his hand and I hear him burp, which makes me squirm and whimper.
"You want that?" he says quietly, and I nod eagerly, pushing his head more forcefully towards my hardened cock, making desperate begging noises.
I gasp when I feel his lips around the tip, tongue swirling and lapping up my precum, then sliding up and down my shaft slowly. I moan, struggling not to rock my hips as he bobs his head up and down, taking me deeper and deeper into his mouth.
"Holy shit," I say under my breath, letting go and thrusting my hips slowly, getting lost in the moment much faster than I intend to. I will myself to try to focus, not wanting to embarrass myself by arriving too soon.
Tyler makes my task difficult when he moans almost uncomfortably with my erection in his mouth, pulling his head back until his lips rest gently around just my head, and I feel a deep vibration against me.
I grab at the couch with my free hand, arching my back and letting the sound fill my ears and the feeling reverberate against my cock. He's belching on my dick. My hips thrust and I hold his head in place with the hand in his hair, fucking his face and moaning loudly, feeling myself edge closer and closer to climax.
Once the belch ends and he starts sucking, I feel myself release. I groan and unload deep in his mouth, gently rocking my hips while my cock twitches with every rope of cum. After what feels like the longest orgasm of my life, my back relaxes and my hips sink to the couch. My breathing is heavy and laboured, having just lived out one of my deepest fantasies, and my cheeks flush deeply when I realize I definitely came much faster than is ideal.
Tyler rises between my legs and swallows, smirking triumphantly. He raises a fist to his mouth and burps again. It's wet and deep and sounds sticky. He pats his chest and leans up to kiss my neck gently. "Thanks for dessert."