The breath hitches in my throat. “Wait, Hawk, I…”
He pauses mid-step. His cock bobs in front of me, thick and meaty. “Yeah?”
“You’re leaving? I thought you were going to wait with me.”
“Yeah, but I’m scared if I hang around any longer, I’ll end up getting you in trouble. And I don’t want that. So I better get outta here before things get messy. For your sake, at least.”
I scramble for an excuse. Any reason for him to stay.
“They might not even show up, you know? Who knows?” I blurt out.
Hawk arches a brow. “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”
I let out a nervous laugh.
“Look, Micah,” Hawk says, turning. “If your friends don’t show, you should find me later. I’ll still be here. I’m not going anywhere. We can have our?—”
I lean forward, grab his cock, and close my mouth around it. Hawk lets out a surprised gasp.
I don’t even know what’s getting into me.
Okay, yes, I do. It’s his confidence. His brashness. The sheer size of his cock. How could I let this opportunity pass me by? I told myself that this time I’d be more assertive, that I’d go after what I want. And right now, that means getting a taste of Hawk.
“Micah...” Hawk warns.
I glance up and let his cock slide from my mouth, just enough to mumble, “What if we’re quick? Before they get here?”
His lips press together in a thin line, a muscle in his jaw flexing. He seems torn.
I lean in again, press my tongue to the thick vein along his shaft, and lick all the way up to the flared head. He lets out a deep groan that reverberates in my chest.
“Are you sure about this? I don’t wanna get you in trouble with your friends.”
“I’m sure,” I say between licks. “They’re not supposed to be here before nine anyway, and they always run late. They won’t know a thing.”
With a wicked grin, Hawk eases onto the edge of the hot tub, spreading his powerful thighs wide. He holds out his meaty cock like a goddamn offering, the swollen head an angry purple.
“You better be quick, then.”
I don’t waste a second. I lunge forward and swallow him deep, the hot water lapping at my shoulders. Hawk hisses through his teeth, buries his hand in my hair, and yanks me closer.
“Jesus Christ… You don’t mess around, do you?”
I hum a reply.
My heart races as I work him over. God, it feels good to be reckless. To take charge. I feel a rush of power as I suck and lick his enormous cock, knowing that I can have this guy on the brink of coming in no time.
And he tastes fucking incredible. As juicy and meaty as he looks. I feel like a starving man feasting on a perfect steak.
I bob up and down his shaft, slurping greedily. Slick mess runs down my chin, and I can’t even tell if it’s spit, water, or precum. Probably all three.
I take him so deep my nose brushes against the wiry black hair of his bush, and the musky scent of his groin fills my nostrils. It’s so masculine, so primal, so fucking raw. I could drown in it.
“What would your friends think, seeing you like this?” Hawk murmurs, his hand sliding through my curls. “Your face stuffed full of cock. A stranger’s, no less. Just the first one you came across. You couldn’t resist, could you? You had to get it in your mouth. Had to feel it stretch your lips. Make you drool all over yourself. Look at you. You can barely handle it. It’s too much for that tight little mouth. Your jaw’s aching, but you can’t stop, can you? You need it. You crave it.”
I moan in agreement, the sound muffled by his cock plunging deep into my throat.
He’s right. I can barely breathe, and the pressure is making my eyes water. But I’m so damn hungry for it, so desperate to please him. And every time I push past my limits, he rewards me with a deep groan.
