His breath is warm against my stomach and it nearly tickles, making me shiver and clench down around his fingers. He's barely moving them now and I squirm a little, trying to encourage him, before gasping when I feel his tongue on me, warm lips wrapping around the tip of my dick.

I manage to not shout, clamping my mouth shut in a high-pitched whimper instead as I grab at the sheets beneath me with one hand, the other still threading through his hair.

Lifting my head, I catch his eyes on me along with the absolutely obscene sight of his lips wrapped around me. It's not the first time I've seen it, of course, but it's just as unbelievable as ever. I know what Jack Zimmermann looks like sucking cock. I know what Jack Zimmermann looks like sucking my cock.

Then he does something, shifts just a little, and my head falls back and I arch up off the bed, gasping. "Jack," I breathe, my voice barely a whisper as I feel my toes start to curl. "Oh, Jack. Please. Please, please, please."