I moaned, a sound just as naughty as he’d accused me of being earlier.
“That’s it,” he whispered, pushing his finger into my mouth and stroking it over my tongue. “Now suck for me, sweetness.”
I closed my lips around his finger and did it, needy sounds building up in my throat as I watched him watching me. His eyes went all sexy and dark as his other hand came up to cup my jaw, and when he slid his finger in and out of my mouth it felt… it felt dirty and delicious and so right that I knew it had to be wrong.
But I still wanted more.
I really was naughty, just like he’d said.
“So fucking sexy,” Tyson murmured as he pushed a second finger in and stroked both of them along my tongue.
Oh, God. I wanted to close my eyes and let all the good feelings flood through me, except I didn’t want to miss seeing the way he was looking down at me. It was making my thing so hard it was getting difficult to ignore, but I couldn’t even feel guilty about how bad I was being, not when I could tell how much Tyson liked it.
“Watch your teeth, pretty thing,” he said when I got distracted and slipped, tightening his grip to correct me. “I can’t give you my cock if I can’t trust you to treat it right, now can I?”
My eyes widened and I moaned again, squeezing his arms to hold myself up as my knees went weak. I knew that some people did that—sucked other things, too—I’d just never thought Tyson would letmedo it.
Would he?
Was that what he’d meant?
He pulled his fingers out, grinning down at me. “Oh, you’re hungry for it, aren’t you?”
“You’d… you’d really let me?” I asked, my heart getting all fluttery as he kept smiling at me. Atme. It kind of made me want to cry again, but in the good way this time.
“If you’re good, I might,” he said, pushing me down to my knees.
The bulge in his track pants was right in front of my face, and he rubbed it slowly, pressing the material tight so I could see the whole thing. “You want to suck this for me, baby? See how happy you can make me with that pretty mouth of yours?”
“Yes, please,” I whispered, my eyes glued to him as he kept stroking himself through his pants. My heart was beating so fast I started to feel a little dizzy, and if I’d been in bed dreaming of this, I would have had to rub myself against the mattress until I made a mess for sure.
Then Tyson moved his hand away from himself, resting it on top of my head. “Take it out for me, sweetheart,” he said, tunneling his fingers through my hair while he pushed his t-shirt up with his other hand and held it against his chest, baring his stomach in front of me.
I whimpered, I couldn’t help it. He was so sexy.
I skimmed my fingers over the hard ridges of his six-pack and the thick ridge he’d been stroking moved, twitching under the silky material of his pants. Being so close to it made my mouth water. I would have pinched myself to be sure I wasn’t dreaming, except that I didn’t want to stop touching him.
“Come on now,” he said, his voice getting gravelly as his grip tightened on my head. “You know what I want. Get my cock out like I told you to, babe.”
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his pants and pulled them down, my hands trembling almost as bad as when I’d spilled my cocoa earlier. His skin was hot and smooth and I wanted to stop and touch more of it, to lick it and rub my face against every part of him, but that was greedy and Tyson was right, Ididknow what he wanted, because he’d already told me.
His pants were caught on his hard length, pulling it downward as I lowered them, but when I finally got them to the top of his thighs it popped free, bouncing up and smacking me in the chin.
I gasped, jerking backward in surprise.
“Wrong direction, baby,” Tyson said with that low, sexy laugh of his.
His fingers tangled in my hair and he pulled me forward again, close enough that the fat head of his shaft rubbed against my cheek. The hot, musky scent of him made me feel almost drugged, my brain slowing down as my own thing started to throb with need. It wasn’t just that part of me, though. Every cell in my body suddenly felt heavy and warm, filled to the brim with sheer, desperatewanting.
“Don’t stop there,” Tyson said when I turned my head toward his shaft, knocking it with my chin. “Wrap your hands around it and put it in your mouth.”
A heavy drop of liquid started to bead up from his slit, and I licked my lips, mesmerized by it.
“Now, Sean,” Tyson growled, jolting me into action. “Need your mouth.”
I reached for him without thinking, instinctively doing what he said, but the moment my fingers brushed against the silky hardness of his shaft, my stomach cramped hard, bile rising in my throat.
Oh, no. Oh, please. Not now.
