“Wow,” I gasp. “That was very hot.”
“Thank you, baby,” he smirks. “Just wait until you see me naked.”
He winks. “Full lighting this time.”
“Probably shouldn’t let that happen,” I pant as he leans in, his breath ghosting over the head of my leaking cock. “I don’t think I’d survive it.”
“Probably not,” he agrees easily. “Iamvery sexy.”
His smirk is lethal.
“Now,” he murmurs, thumb brushing my thigh, “close those beautiful lips so I can focus on my new favorite toy.”
My brain barely processes the command before he swallows me whole.
The world tilts. The ceiling vanishes. My breath forgets how to exist. My hands fly to his hair on instinct…because I need something to hold on to if I’m going to survive this man.
Skip hums around me like he’s enjoying dessert.
And I…I forget…I just…forget.
Every thought slips right out of my head. Some tiny, rational corner of my brain tries to check on my body.Is this safe? Is this a spell?...but everything feels fine.
“So good,” I breathe, barely able to form words. “I feel… fine.”
Skip chuckles around my cock, and the vibration nearly sends me into orbit.
“Skip,” I pant. “I think I’m having a panic attack.”
He pulls off with a softpopand smirks up at me, eyes dark and knowing.
“Your heart’s racing?”
I nod vigorously.
“There’s a knot… building low in your stomach? Pressure you can’t get rid of?”
Another nod. Harder this time.
“Not a panic attack, baby.” His voice drops to a sinful rumble. “Now let that feeling take over. Let it overwhelm you, Eli. Don’t fight it… let it own you.”
Then he’s on me again…mouth, tongue, hand…every part of him dragging me deeper. The pressure I thought I’d gotten under control surges back with brutal intensity.
“That’s it,” he whispers against my skin, stroking me roughly. “Good boy. Now come for me, baby. Let me taste you.”
He, once again, swallows me whole.
And I explode.
Not gently. Not gracefully. I detonate.
Wave after wave slams through me until I’m limp, boneless, and floating. My body feels like it finally understands the meaning of the wordalive.
“Wow,” I breathe, dazed and glowing as Skip peppers kisses on my thighs, his hands sliding under my shirt and caressing my skin. “That was… wow.”
“Fucking delicious,” Skip murmurs, leaning up to kiss me, slow and deep.
I taste myself on his lips, and instead of being weirded out…I lean into it.
