"There might have been other things in the milkshake," I said my lips twisting in a grimace. "Things that aren't meat."
"If it makes you feel any better, she didn't ask me to come in a cup so she could put it in a milkshake. You'd notice if she had. It would taste extra delicious."
Did he have to look as though he liked the idea?
"That's all kinds of fucked up," I said. Except now I was curious what his cum tasted like.
"Was she ever going to tell me? Were you?"
My disgust was quickly turning to anger. I thought I could trust her and Boner, but now I had no idea what to think. They could have been using me for my tech skills.
Hell, with all those milkshakes, she could have been fattening me up to put me on the menu.
"She would have told you when the right opportunity arose," Boner said. "Or I would. How do you bring that into casual conversation?" He raised one hand, palm up.
"She should have told me," I said, my voice low. "You should have."
"Maybe." He dropped his hand to his side with a smack. "What are you going to do, punish me?"
His eyes were suddenly dark and my cock was hard.
I stepped closer to him until we were almost chest to chest. Reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt. Twisted the fabric around my hand and pulled him closer.
"Get on your knees," I growled softly.
When he looked like he might argue, I tugged harder on his shirt, pressing him down to the tiles. The front of his pants were as tented as mine. He was into this as much as I was.
"Take out my cock," I ordered. I loosened my grip just enough that he could back up if he wanted to.
Without hesitation, he flicked the button open and lowered the zipper on my jeans, spreading the flaps open and reaching into my boxers to pull out my cock.
His hand was warm around my length, firm in a way I'd never felt before. His grip wider than Harlow's.
He pulled me out all the way and worked me from hilt to head as confident as he ever did anything. As if he stroked my cock every day for years.
"Taste me," I whispered. I didn't want to come in his hand, but if he kept this up, I was going to.
Vivid blue eyes on me, he licked my tip, tracing all the way around it with his tongue. Making me diamond hard.
I moaned. Thinking was becoming more difficult as all the blood raced out of my head and into my dick.
"Suck me," I ordered. I wanted to feel his entire mouth around me, all the way to the back of his throat.
He closed his lips around me, teasing me with his tongue, sucking gently at first. Then firmer while he reached up to stroke my balls.
I'd had blowjobs before, but never from another man. I never felt the rasp of stubble against the velvety skin of my cock. Never had a hand as big as his wrapped around my balls. The sensations were rough, but arousing at the same time.
Exquisite pleasure. The pressure in my body built lightning fast.
All thoughts of any other kind of meatballs fled my mind as I punished his mouth with desperate thrusts, adding to the friction, loving every time he gagged.
"You fucking like that don't you?" I whispered. "You like choking on my cock. Keep going, I want to see you gag more."
He deserved it after keeping secrets from me. He deserved to run out of air while giving me pleasure, kneeling on the cold tiles in front of me. He should be on his knees for hours.
He made a sound of agreement, and went on sucking and gagging, making no move to pull away.
"I'm going to come inside your fucking mouth," I growled. "You're going to swallow down all of it. Understand?" His hair was long enough for me to fist a handful, holding him there while I slammed into him over and over.
