Walker let me slip free as his Adam’s apple bobbed, telling me he’d swallowed everything I’d given him. Pushing his face into my groin, he rubbed his cheek along my junk.
“You like doing that, don’t you, sweetheart?” I asked, lifting his chin. “Swallowing my cum?”
He nodded, his eyes glued to mine.
“Can I take care of you now?”
“Please,” he said, his voice scratchy.
I dropped to my knees, meeting him for a kiss before pushing him down onto the floor. I slid his sweatpants down to midthigh, then snuck my hand up under his shirt. I thumbed one nipple as I licked the underside of his cock, kissing it, tonguing his fat ridge, marveling at how his pale shaft grew increasingly ruddy toward the head. I teased him until he started whining, until his hips began to shift and roll up off the floor.
“What do you want, baby?” I asked, determined to make him say the words.
He clenched his jaw, glaring at me.
“If you say it, I’ll give it to you.”
The flush on his chest deepened, but he’d told me that once he put his mind to something, he didn’t stop until he achieved it. Pushing past his embarrassment, he finally spoke.
“I want your mouth on my cock, your hand gripping my balls.” His voice was still rough from the fucking I’d given his mouth, and I felt it low in my belly.
“Good choice.”
He preened, and I sucked on his glans, loving how it rubbed against my tongue as I moved, remembering how good it felt inside me.
I took his full length into my mouth, steadying his trim hips with my hands, enjoying the view of his undulating muscles. Pressing his palms to his eyes, he begged, chanting, “Please, please, please.” Remembering his request, I reached down to tug his balls, caressing and teasing them until they tightened in my hand.
“Fuck, gonna?—”
He didn’t even get the words out before he rocketed cum to the back of my throat. I swallowed him aggressively, needing to taste him as I worked him to the point of oversensitivity. He pulsed again and again, the noises falling from his lips dirty and whiny and perfect. I relaxed the suction as he gripped my hair, practically sobbing through the end of his orgasm.
I sat back on my knees, barely holding in a laugh. He was laid out on the floor like a starfish.
Throwing his forearm over his eyes, Walker shook his head. “How did I not know it could be like this?” he asked, breathless.
I hoped he’d be asking me that question for years to come.
Grinning, I put myself back together, then reached for his hand. I helped him to stand and pulled up his sweatpants. He was wobbly, and I couldn’t help but make it worse by nibbling at the sensitive skin on his neck, sending shivers through his extremities.
I was interrupted by the buzz of my cell phone. It was Joel’s notification pattern, which probably meant he was wondering where the hell I was.
“To be continued when I get back,” I said, letting pride color my words. “Clean out your ass for me, because I’m about to set up camp.”
He shook his head, still looking a bit dizzy, then nodded. “Yes, please.”
I thumbed open the messaging app, and my brows drew together. I didn’t quite understand what I was reading.
Walker tapped my scrunched eyebrows. “What’s up?”
“Tommy came into the bar with a cut over his eye, saying that someone had trashed the restaurant. They threw a rock through the glass and spray-painted all over.”
“Holy shit—is Tommy okay?” Walker asked, flipping from boneless sex fiend to concerned friend in a second.
“Joel’s on hold with the police and ambulance. He says Tommy’s coherent but bleeding badly. Whoever it was threw a can of spray paint at his head.”
“Goddamn cowards.” Walker stepped into his trainers. “Let’s go.”
“Walker, baby, we have to let the police handle this.”
