“You’re the boss,” he murmured.
I glanced up at him, tugging down the waistband of his briefs to kiss him lower, and lower still.
“Well, if that’s the case,” I said, burying my face between his legs and breathing him in. “Then I think you should call me Mr. Covington.”
CHAPTER 31
SILAS
There was something intensely erotic about having Marshall between my legs. With his shirt on and undone, his belt out of the loops but nowhere close to being open enough to get his pants off…I shoved my laptop as far away as I could manage, and then he had my cock and balls out, the elastic waistband tucked beneath them. He made a bit of a show of rubbing his cheek up the length of my shaft, letting his lips drag across my hot skin as I got hard embarrassingly fast.
“Mr. Covington.”
The words caught in my throat, and the look he gave me, glancing up from beneath the fan of his light brown lashes as he slid my briefs down my legs and off was almost enough to make me come on the spot.
“Yes, Silas?” he asked, running a line up the length of my cock with the tip of his nose.
“I…I don’t know.”
“What do youwant?”
His breath puffed warm against my balls. It felt unreasonable for me to tell him what I wanted, but he’d asked and that was the point of this relationship. Wasn’t it? It was only that I’ddreamed about this for weeks and how it was only seconds away from happening.
“I want you to suck my cock,” I said.
Marshall curled his fingers around the base of my dick in a painfully loose grip. He slid from root to tip, a groan leaving his throat when his fingers expanded to the point of barely touching around the swollen thickness of the middle of my shaft. He’d asked me once if I topped, and never again, which I did appreciate. With my other partners there’d always been an expectation I’d give in eventually and change my mind, the implication that not being a top was a waste. Marshall had never given that impression.
“How do you like to have your cock sucked?” He cupped my balls with his free hand, and a shudder tore through my whole body.
“I…I like when it’s wet,” I admitted. “I like when it’s loud.”
“You like to hear your partners choking on it?”
Arousal tangled tight and low in my belly. “Yes, but also just…noisy.”
“So you know they’re enjoying it?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, clearing my throat and remembering his earlier ask. “Yes, Mr. Covington.”
Marshall hummed, smiling up at me with a very dangerous heat. “You can come in my mouth, Silas. But I expect a warning.”
“Yes, Mr. Coving?—”
The rest of the words were lost because Marshall’s mouth sealed around the tip of my dick and everything went white. He swirled his tongue around my flared crown, welling spit up in his mouth and letting it slide down my shaft like a waterfall. It pooled on my sac and slid down farther, slicking my crack. Marshall took advantage of that, using his fingers to tease my hole while he worked his way down my shaft.
His teeth grazed against the skin, and I bucked off the bedwith a desperate little whine that I almost didn’t even recognize as my own. It was far from the first time I’d had my dick sucked, but watching Marshall do it was definitely a brand new experience for me. At my noises, he flicked a stare up at me, stretching to get more inches into his mouth.
There was no way he was going to make it past the middle of my shaft, and once he realized it, he set a wet and sloppy rhythm from there to the tip and back down again that immediately ticked every box of everything I liked in a blow job. Sliding one finger into my ass, Marshall hummed and moaned around my cock, and I had to fist the sheets to stop from grabbing his hair and lifting off the bed to fuck into his mouth.
Propping myself up on my elbows so I could watch every second was a mistake. The sight of Marshall between my legs, fully dressed and humping the bed while he choked himself with my cock was too much for me to handle.
“Mr. Covington,” I forced out his name, resting a hand on the top of his head in case he didn’t hear me. “Mr. Covington, you’re going to make me come.”
In response, he let more spit wet my shaft and he made another attempt to get closer to my base. The tight squeeze as he choked around me sent me freefalling over the edge. I arched off the bed, making sure to grab the bed instead of him, and with a rasping cry, I came. Hot jets of cum shot against the roof of his mouth, his tongue, and his answering sounds were that of a starving man who’d finally been fed.
Marshall drank down every drop of my cum, keeping his mouth sealed around my shaft until I went soft. And once the blood had fled to other parts of my body, Marshall managed to tuck my entire length into his mouth. Exhaling against the curly hairs that lined the base of my shaft, he hollowed his cheeks and sucked mehard, then lifted off entirely and rocked back onto his heels.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, vision still white and glittering around the edges.
