It didn’tsoundlike a bad sound, so I did it again, pulling him just a little way into my mouth, too. Iwantedto be good for him, I really did, but he made me want it so bad.
His hand tightened on my head and I forced myself to stop licking. “Please, Tyson, let me try to suck it? I won’t… I won’t stop this time, I promise.”
“You’re fucking killing me,” he muttered, which was something I didn’t think he minded since he was staring down at me with his lips quirked up on one side in that oh-so-sexy half-smile that always made my heart feel all fluttery. “Do it, baby,” he said, pressing the tip against my lips again until I opened them for him. “Let me see how good my cock looks in that pretty mouth of yours.”
And then he pushed it in, just like he had with his fingers, sliding it back over my tongue as my jaw stretched wide and his scent and heat and hot, musky flavor overpowered all my senses.
I moaned, lunging forward without thinking to try and take it deeper. I squeezed my hands behind my back so tightly that something popped in my shoulders, but I barely noticed. Tyson slid back, taking it away for a moment, then pushed forward again, forcing my mouth open even wider as he filled and filled andfilledme, aiming for the back of my throat.
I gagged, lurching back.
“You can take it, sweetheart,” Tyson crooned in that low, husky tone I loved hearing, holding me in place. “Breathe through it. Good boy. That’s it. Nowsuck… suck, Sean. FuckingChrist. So damn good for me, baby. That’s… that’s it.Jesus.”
He started breathing harder, rocking his hips as he thrust in and out of my mouth faster. His words felt like sweet, warm syrup. They flowed through my veins like a drug. My jaw started to ache, but it didn’t matter. I kept gagging when he went deep, but Tyson didn’t seem to mind at all. He seemed like helikedit, and just knowing I was making him happy almost made it feel like it wasmything getting the attention, my thing that was swelling and pulsing, my thing that was… was going to… to…
I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed. I was so close to making a mess myself that I started to shake, everything inside my pajama pants tightening up as the way he was using my mouth pushed me closer and closer to an explosion.
“Fuck, baby,” Tyson suddenly growled, both hands on my head as he thrust forward hard and then held me there. “Take it, take it, take it fuckingdeeper.”
My throat spasmed as he pressed against the back of it, and then suddenly something let go. He slid right in,allthe way in, his body slamming forward to press against my face. His thick length choked me, cutting off my air supply, and my eyes watered as I stared up at him, entranced by the ecstasy on his face.
Iwas doing this.
It wasmymouth making him groan and shake and curse as he shuddered against my face.
I didn’t need air.
I didn’t even want it.
I just wanted this to last. I wanted it to lastforever.
“Sean,” Tyson said, pushing himself impossibly deeper for a moment as he gasped out my name. Then he swelled even more, his shaft pulsing inside my mouth, and his release suddenly poured down my throat, thick and hot and endless. “You’re fucking… fuckingperfect, baby.”
My throat convulsed around him, my body finally starting to struggle to breathe even though I didn’t want it to end. It had to, though, because all good things did eventually, and I gagged hard as he slowly pulled out, his musky flavor filling my mouth.
He was still coming in sporadic, pulsing jets that filled the back of my throat and choked me all over again as he slid out of my mouth. I gasped for air, leaning against his strong thighs, and because he was always so good to me, he put it back in my mouth even though he was done, sliding it in and out a few times as his voice hummed around me in a low, comforting rumble that made me feel deliciously drugged and floaty all over again.
I felt so good I almost thought I’d come, too—I’d definitely been about to—but then Tyson pulled out and hauled me up to my feet, reaching straight into my pajama pants and wrapping his hand around my hard, shamefully throbbing shaft as he held me tightly against him.
“Your turn, sweet thing,” he whispered, stroking me once.
I gasped, hot sparks bursting to life inside me.
Twice.
I started to shake.
Three times, and—
“Tyson,” I screamed, my back arching as all the good feelings slammed through me at once.
I couldn’t breathe for a moment… couldn’t see… couldn’t doanythingbut hold onto him tight while I broke into a million pieces of hot, sparkling pleasure that totally eclipsed everything else.
Fireworks.
And then Tyson was kissing me, his hand still wrapped around me as my hips jerked with tiny little aftershocks, each one sending another cascade of glittering sparks through me until I’d burned up completely, just ashes in his arms.
“Damn, you’re something else, Sean,” Tyson murmured after he’d kissed and kissed andkissedme, finally pulling his hand out of my pants and smoothing it up and down my back as he smiled down at me again. “Fucking incredible.”
