Taking it easy.

After an hour or so of quiet, calm bonding on the couch, you slipped out of the blankets to use the bathroom. On your way back to the couch, you caught James staring at your naked body. You couldn’t blame him, of course. You looked good, and his cock would probably forever remember the feel of your mouth.

Especially if you kept finding excuses to wrap your lips around it. Slinking back beneath the cover of the blanket, you cautiously ran an exploratory hand up and down James’s bare thigh. He didn’t seem opposed to this, keeping his attention more or less on the screen. When your curious fingers found his cock, it was warm and half-erect. Again, James did his best to not show any visible signs of your action under the blanket. The poor man just wanted to relax, after all. Well, you may be a horny cum-addicted cocksucker, but with your need less intense, it was easier to restrain yourself.

Restraining yourself, in this instance, meant that when you ducked your head beneath the blanket and brought your mouth to his cock once more, you did so gently, slowly, and without the manic hunger of your earlier blowjob. “Hungry for more?” James asked, his voice slightly muffled by the barrier of the blanket.

“Relax,” You answered, your lips brushing against his shaft as you spoke, “Just sit back and enjoy. Let all the stress out.” Implied but not spoken was the fact that you wanted him to release it into your mouth, but the need was less intense, now. Rather, cum would just be nice to have. A treat, rather than a necessity.

That in mind you gently sucked his hardening cock into your mouth, and slowly worked it with your lips and tongue. James let out a sigh of relief above you, and you felt him slip a hand under the blanket to stroke up and down your naked back. You shifted your position a little to give you a better angle, and just settled into giving a long, slow, relaxing blowjob.

James had no complaints. His hand on your back gradually moved lower, rubbing against your hips and threatening to sink down to your sex. Attempting to return the pleasure was a nice gesture, but wholly unnecessary. Sucking his cock was pleasing to you, even now, removed from the symptoms of your withdrawal. A side-effect of the addiction, no doubt, but true nonetheless.

All good things come to an end, though. Of course, when the end was another dose of cum, it was just one good thing turning into another good thing. His warnings came loud and clear this time, and you made it clear that your mouth was a perfectly fine receptacle. You found his cum as tasty and fulfilling now as it was before. Since your addiction manifested, all cum has been tasty and fulfilling. As far as side-effects go, it could be worse.

You shuffled out from under the blankets and finished swallowing your mouthful of cum, which you noticed was slightly smaller than his previous loads. You might be milking him a bit dry, you thought. “Relaxing?” You asked, smiling and settling back into a comfortable position.

“Very,” He said, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before jerking away.

Looking at the television, you realized that you spent nearly an hour sucking his cock this time, which meant it was getting quite late indeed. “After a couple good blowjobs and a good night’s rest, you’ll be good as new,” You joked, hinting subtly at the late hour.

“I think you’re right,” He agreed, before choosing his next words carefully, “Should I get going, then?”

The way he asked made it clear that the response he was hoping for was an invitation to spend the night, but that was a bit more than you were willing to commit to right now. “Yeah, I don’t want you to be on the road too late. I think your belt is over there,” You suggested helpfully.

Message received, James extricated himself from your blanket and got dressed. He didn’t seem upset or disappointed, but you could tell that he was having trouble figuring out where the two of you stood. After you politely saw him out and gave the expected farewells (giving him one last look at your nude form in the process), you decided that it might be best to avoid using James as your source of cum for the next little while.

You stopped by your kitchen for a quick non-cum-related snack on the way to bed, then curled up and set your alarm for early in the morning. Tomorrow, you decided, it was time to start taking this seriously.