Chapter Twenty-Nine

Rafe Earns His Participation Ribbon

Rafe

I'd been home less than five minutes when there was a knock at my door.

I froze in place in the kitchen for a few seconds, then lunged for the microwave to peer at my reflection in its shiny window. I wasn't sure why I bothered. Dan had already seen me at my literal worst. Flushed and sweaty and panicked, squatting naked with my balls dangling over a bowl of hot sauce.

Taking a deep breath, I walked into the hall. It was time. Time to suck dick. I was excited, nervous, horny and determined all at once. And I knew that if I let Dan saunter in here and start saying stuff to me in that low drawl, getting me all worked up, I wouldn't be able to think clearly anymore. I'd just turn back into that desperate mess and end up letting him take the lead again.

So I decided it was best to just get right to it. Take the bull by the horns, so to speak.

When I opened the door, Dan grinned at me, and my belly fluttered. He was wearing sweats and a cropped tee. Definitely no underwear. I knew that for a fact, because his cock was half-hard and I could see the outline of it clearly.

My own dick was already stiffening up. My entire body was acutely aware that he was only here for sex. Sex was imminent. It was about to happen. There wasn't going to be any preamble—no sitting around and talking or doing something else together first, like watching TV or drinking a beer.

With that in mind, I wordlessly stepped back so he could come in. His grin widened. He didn't speak either, just strolled casually inside.

The moment he cleared the door, I pushed him back against it, hearing it click shut behind him. Dan looked surprised. His eyes widened a little, and he parted his lips to speak, but I lunged up and kissed him before he could.

I felt him grin against my mouth before he kissed me back, hands settling on my sides. Our tongues slid together hungrily. His cock jerked against my hip, and he arched his hips forward a little to press us tighter together. I shivered when his thigh rubbed against my erection, my fingers digging into his chest.

When his hands started sliding down toward my ass, my belly swooped. If he started touching me, or picked me up to carry me somewhere again, I wasn't going to be able to focus. I'd just let him do whatever he wanted and be happy I was along for the ride.

But I had a participation ribbon to win, damn it.

Keeping one hand on his chest, I slid the other down his front to grab his dick through his sweats with a rush of terrified exhilaration. Dan grunted into my mouth in surprise. He went to break the kiss—no doubt to say something lightly teasing—so I thrust my tongue deeper into his mouth, letting him feel my piercings. With a groan, he gave in and kissed me back harder. His cock jerked against my fingers. I could feel the heat of it through the fabric, and it made my nuts tingle.

The cucumber definitely hadn't been hot. It had actually been uncomfortably cold against my teeth because I took it from the fridge.

Not that I was planning to use my teeth during this.

The kiss grew hotter and hungrier. More frantic. Dan's hands were sliding under my sweater and roaming over my skin, and I was mindlessly rubbing his cock through his sweats while our tongues thrust together feverishly.

I was still nervous, but suddenly I was desperate to suck his dick. See if I could make him moan. Feel him come. It wasn't just about stubbornly wanting to do a good job, or getting it out of the way so the idea of it wasn't so daunting anymore.

I wanted to suck Dan Ewen's dick, and I was going to. Right now.

I finally ended our feverish kiss and immediately dropped into a crouch, reaching for his waistband. Both of us were breathing fast now. My heart was already pounding, but it thudded even harder when I shoved his sweats down and his hard cock sprang free, bobbing right in front of my face. It was thick and long, a fat vein winding up the underside to the flushed head. My gut bottomed out, dick straining in my jeans as I stared at it.

Time to try and fit a whole-ass burrito in my mouth.

"What—" Dan sounded like he was struggling to keep up. "Rafe—"

I leaned in and enveloped the head in my mouth, my vision momentarily whiting out with terror and excitement over the fact that I was actually doing this, before I closed my eyes to concentrate, sucking and swirling my tongue.

"Jesus," Dan huffed out, but for once, there was no smirk or chuckle to accompany it. He actually sounded a little shocked. Which was understandable. I hadn't given him much time to get his bearings.

Resting my hands on his thighs, I slid my mouth free to wind my tongue around the head, making sure he could feel my piercings. Dan inhaled sharply, then blew out an unsteady breath when I sucked him back inside with a grunt. I took him deeper this time, sliding my mouth lower, wanting to give myself a little pat on the back when his cock twitched against my tongue and he grunted.

I tried to relax my throat like I'd learned in my research, but it still tightened when Dan's cock tunnelled toward it as I took even more. I refused to let it stop me, sliding my mouth back up, sucking and gliding my tongue before plunging back down. I could still take a decent amount of him, and I knew my limit now.

I got a rhythm going, my fingers twitching on his thighs before I found myself sliding my hands back to splay over his ass as I moaned, getting into it. His cock was hot and hard in my mouth. The sensation of it gliding over my tongue was almost drugging. I'd been determined to do a good job, but now I was realising how much I was actually enjoying it. My own dick was leaking into my boxer briefs, painfully hard and trapped in my jeans.

"H-have you done this before?" Dan asked breathlessly from above, sounding shocked and confused, like he couldn't believe I hadn't. It made me want to grin.

I slid my mouth free, breathing hard now. "No."

He started to speak, but cut himself off with a tight groan when I lapped at his tip before licking down the side of his cock. He shuddered, finally reaching down and threading his fingers through my hair as I glided my tongue back up to take him into my mouth again.

"Fuck." I heard a thunk as his head tipped back against the door. "Rafe."

Releasing his ass, I curled my fingers around the base of his shaft and began to stroke in time with my mouth. I was bobbing my head feverishly now, and a hoarse moan tore from my throat. This was weirdly addictive. Especially because Dan had started to pant, his fingers tightening in my hair and hips twitching as he tried to keep them still.

I was actually doing a good job.

If I hadn't been so turned on, I probably would've been embarrassed by the wet slurping sounds I was making, as well as the few times I choked when I tried to take him too deep. Plus, I realised I kept moaning as I sucked him feverishly, but Dan was making noise too—groaning on every exhale, sucking in sharp breaths when my tongue piercings rasped over his length.

I paused to pay some attention to the tip of his cock, sucking and licking and sliding my lips over it in a wet, tonguing kiss. Dan gasped, his hips jerking. I tasted salt as he leaked pre-cum onto my tongue.

A hoarse groan tore from me, my cock throbbing in my jeans. I found myself looking up at him through my eyelashes as I wound my tongue around the head. For the first time ever in my presence, there was no trace of that cocky, self-assured expression on his face. His brows were pinched, features tight with pleasure, lips parted around his panting breaths. His chest was rising quickly, and his pupils looked huge as he stared back down at me, eyes heavy and glazed and still mildly stunned.

Shit, apparently I wasn't just doing a good job—I was doing a great job.

"Rafe," he breathed, one of his hands leaving my hair to cup my cheek. His thumb traced the corner of my mouth, feeling his cock sliding inside it. "Fuck, kitten."

Heat rushed to my face. I got too self-conscious to keep looking at him, so I lowered my gaze and sank my mouth deep again. Dan shuddered, a groan rumbling from his chest.

I made sure to keep my fist and mouth moving together, stimulating every inch of his dick. I wasn't just gunning for a participation ribbon anymore. Now I wanted a trophy. Bronze, maybe. I wasn't delusional. This was still my first time sucking dick.

Suddenly, the voice of online succubus sex influencer Miss Succ rang through my head from my research yesterday.

" Don't forget your ABC! " I could picture her in the video, smiling cheerfully at the camera and pointing down as each word appeared on the screen. " Always—Be—Cupping. Don't neglect the nuts, folks! Treat them like you're a bisexual goblin king cradling two beautiful crystal balls. "

It was a surprisingly accurate comparison, actually.

I won't let you down, Miss Succ, I thought with determination as I slid a hand up Dan's thigh. It was quaking a little, which hopefully meant he wouldn't be able to feel the light tremor coursing through my own limbs. When I cupped his balls, I could feel how tight they already were, which made a tiny groan escape me as he moaned and tipped his head back against the door.

" There's also the perineum! " Miss Succ's perky voice returned in my mind. " Also known as the taint, the chad, the gooch, the fun-bridge… It can be very sensitive for some folks. Try a light touch there to start! "

Okay, yeah. I could do that. I sucked his dick faster and harder, still cradling his balls, before stretching my fingers back to brush the tips against the smooth stretch of skin just behind.

Dan's breath caught. He immediately shuffled his feet out wider, sweats stretched around his ankles.

"Fuck yes, kitten." His voice was ragged now. "Touch me."

I moaned around his cock, rubbing him there. My middle fingertip brushed the crease of his ass cheeks. Dan grunted, shifting his fingers in my hair.

Without overthinking it, I slid my middle finger back until I felt his tight asshole. It clenched in reaction as Dan gasped again, thighs quaking harder now. His cock got even stiffer in my mouth, so I tentatively rubbed his hole, circling it with my fingertip.

"Fuck," he bit out between clenched teeth, starting to shake. "You're making me come, kitten."

A desperate groan burst from me. I wanted to feel it. Taste it. My jaw was aching but I ignored it, almost gagging when I took him too deep in my eagerness to make him come.

"Rafe," Dan panted, voice unsteady. "Fuck, baby, I'm—I'm gonna come—"

I moaned in answer. I assumed he was warning me so I'd have time to pull back, but fuck that. I'd worked damn hard. I was seeing it through to the end.

A strained groan tore from him as he tensed up and his cock throbbed in my mouth. His fingers curled tighter against my scalp, hips jerking as his cum shot to the back of my throat. I tasted salt when the last spurt hit my tongue and found myself lapping desperately at the tip of his cock, my ears ringing and my heart pounding with adrenaline.

"Jesus." Dan sounded a little dazed when he stopped coming. I flicked my eyes up to see him scrubbing a hand over his face, blinking hard as he sagged back against the door.

My breaths were trembling out of me when I finally stopped licking his cock and leaned back. I was so horny that I couldn't think of a single thing to say. My mind was blank. I didn't think I even had the brain power to coordinate my legs and stand up.

A strong hand wrapped around my wrist and tugged me to my feet. In the next instant, Dan's tongue was in my mouth. He moaned, kissing me almost frantically as he reached down and fumbled with my fly. I gasped against his lips when he reached in and mapped out the length of my dick through my boxer briefs, curling his fingers around it to squeeze.

My arms around his neck, I fisted the back of his shirt and broke the kiss to yank it over his head. He hurriedly pulled his hand free to do the same to my sweater. Our mouths clashed again as I helped him shove my jeans down, and I awkwardly hopped in place to get them over each foot while keeping my mouth fused to his. I ripped off my socks at the same time. I refused to be the guy who ended up naked except for a pair of socks.

My boxer briefs were still on, but Dan slid his hand under the back of them to grab my ass and yank me closer. I grunted when my straining cock rubbed against him, and Dan groaned and squeezed my ass cheek hard.

He went to take a step forward, forgetting about the pants bunched around his ankles. His mouth tore from mine as he stumbled, and I chuckled breathlessly and stepped back while he bent to rip off his sneakers.

"Goddamnit," he growled, and he sounded so frustrated that I laughed again, louder and snortier this time.

He looked up at me with a grin while pulling off his socks, before straightening and stepping out of the sweats. My laughter died off abruptly and my breath caught, belly tightening with anticipation as I watched him advance.

"Why don't you take me up to bed so I can suck your cock, kitten?" he murmured, cupping my face. He tilted his head back toward the door behind him. "After that, I'm feeling extra motivated to make you come so hard you can't walk."

My breath shuddered out of me in a rush, but I raised a brow at him. "That's pretty big talk."

I didn't know why I said it. I definitely shouldn't have been goading him. Dan was going to suck me off so good it'd probably make me want to cry.

His eyes narrowed at the challenge, before he gave me a slow smile. "We'll see, won't we?"

Fuck. I swallowed.

Forget crying. I was probably going to end up proposing.