He’s obviously not used to being wanted like this.
And it kills me. The world’s been sleeping on him.
Ignoring the masterpiece he is.
I’m making up for every second he wasn’t touched right.
Every second he wasn’t devoured. I grab his cheeks again with both hands, and pull them apart even more.
I dive back in like I’ve been starved for weeks.
He’s gonna think I haven’t eaten in years.
Because this level of hunger? This desperation in my grip? It’s not normal. I pull back and my hands slide up his waist again. Then down. Then twist. I turn him around, and he stumbles a little. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, still breathing heavy.
I look him right in the eyes. "You like that?"
He doesn’t speak. Just stares.
Then nods. Multiple times. His whole body says yes. Even if his voice bailed on him.
Good. I take his dick in my mouth. Deep.
He chokes on a gasp, and I moan around him.
Shameless.
Because this isn’t just about sucking his dick. This is about owning the aftermath. About tasting the wreckage I caused. About letting him feel it in every nerve.
His hips twitch. His thighs tremble. And I don’t stop. I just keep going.
Sucking slow. Then fast. Then slow again.
Eyes locked on his. Smirk in my stare, cause I know exactly what I’m doing to him.
"You gonna cum for me, pretty boy?" I rasp, pulling back just enough to breathe.
He nods, frantic. "Fuck, Gio, don’t stop, please."
I don’t. I suck more.
His whole body tenses, his head thrown back against the wall. His moan turns into something raw. I feel that first rush of heat spilling against my tongue and I smile.
Finally. Finally, his cum’s in my mouth.
My fingers grip his ass tighter. He’s about to slap his hand over his mouth. He wants to swallow those pretty little sounds he’s making.
No the fuck you’re not.
I snatch his wrist and push it down, pin it to his thigh.
I wanna hear you fall apart, Weston. He slumps back against the wall, dazed.
I crawl up his body, kissing his hip, his chest, his throat.
I’m gonna miss this.
48) We’ve Got Company
