“They are going right into a secure folder. No one sees them but me.”
“Delete them.”
“No. I want them for myself. I want to remember.”
The way he says that last word has my knees shaking and my heart fluttering. “I don’t want to remember.”
“You do,” he says, his body hitting mine. Chest to chest we stand, his hands running through my hair as he tilts my head to the side and kisses me roughly, possessively.
We don’t come up for air until my lips are swollen and my tongue aches.
“On your knees.”
“No.”
“I’ll make you.”
I say nothing as his hands land on my shoulders and he maneuvers me onto the ground. I go easily. It’s pathetic, but still, he stares down at me like I’m some kind of thing he doesn’t quite understand. Like I’m a mystery.
Fuck, this entire thingshould beinvestigated. I have no idea what’s going on anymore.
“You look good on your knees,” he says softly, and I shove at his hip. He steps back but is right in my face again, his hands tugging his shorts down. His cock pops out, thick and long. It’s hard. So fucking hard.
I wet my lips.
I should stand up. I don’t suck dick, and yet here I am.
Unmoving. On my knees. Waiting.
He moves closer, cradling his cock in his palm like he’s going to feed it to me. I lean back.
But then his hands are fisting my hair roughly, moving my mouth onto him. I open willingly. No resistance. I just let that thick dick slide inside my mouth. It’s foreign, so different from what I’m used to, and yet my own cock throbs. It aches.
What is it about this guy that gets me going like never before?
Why is it him?
Colton moans as he hits the back of my throat, his eyes widening as I stare up at him.
“You don’t fucking gag. Of course not. Fuck you.”
He moves even further, tunneling down my throat. I feel my muscles contract around him, can see the way he watches me. Impressed. Turned on.
My chest swells as he pulls out, just the tip of him just against my lips.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs and does it again. It’s a slow process. One that makes me shiver and moan. I don’t like having to wait, and yet I’m being forced to. He’s taking what he wants from me, and my dick seems to like it.
It leaks and throbs between my legs, and I can do nothing but grab on to it and stroke. Sensation moves through me, and I find my eyes closing as I succumb to the pleasure. My legs start to shake, and I feel his body tremble as well. It’s obvious in his hands, in the frantic thrusts into my mouth.
Each one is purposeful but he’s losing control.
I am, too.
Fuck.
I am.
His groans grow louder while mine are muffled around his hard length. I’m drooling, panting, trying to keep my orgasm at bay, but the way he’s fucking into my throat is glorious. It’s making it hard to hold back.
