Except then he does this thing with his tongue, swirling it around the head of my cock, and I absolutely fuckingmelt.
Seconds later, I’m shooting a load down the throat of the guy who’s a breath away from the danged nuclear codes.
Well, I guessthathappened.
Worse, once I’ve finished, he nuzzles my stomach, looks up at me again with those blue eyes, and something inside my heart melts a little.
This is a recipe for disaster, and I know it.
Damned if I can take it back now, though.
“Thankyou, Sir,” he whispers before he presses his face against my stomach while he inhales, like he’s breathing in my scent.
I feel something deep inside me, that thing that slid and caught a little earlier, twist hard and snap cleanly into place with such a perfect fit that I know I can’t say no or back out now.
Well, fuck me. I’m screwed.
I massage his head again, the way Leo always did with me, and his eyes drop closed.
“Thankyou, boy,” I whisper back.
