“Yes,” he moans. “Fuck, yes.”
His eyes never leave my face as he deep-throats me, cheeks hollowing out ‘til my dick hits the back of his throat, where he contracts again and again.
“Jesus Christ.” Inhaling through my nose, I let my head fall back against the wall and thrust, my movements agonizingly slow in respect of my size. Cory, it appears, cares not for such things as consideration and pace. The hand he had resting on my thigh shifts to cup my ass and pull me in. Hard. It’s all the permission I need. Every ounce of doubt and stress and tension see my hips pistoning.
There’s nothing pretty or romantic here. It’s just a sloppy and wet mess of want. A cut and dry race to the end. “I need this,” I huff. “I need to fill your pretty mouth.”
Gagging, blinking away the tears clinging to his lashes, Cory hums and groans, sucking so hard my kidneys may shoot into his mouth before my cum does. Still watching me, he groans again and palms his cock. The thought of him wanking as he gets me off is all it takes. I tug on his hair in warning but all he does is takes me deeper, constricting more and I spill inside him, the sounds of him swallowing and slurping extending my release. I’ve never come so much so fast. Or wanted to do it again so quickly.
I watch Cory lick me from tip to base, catching every last drop of cum before letting my softening cock fall from his lips, pressing his face between my thighs and balls and inhaling. “You smell so fucking amazing, James.”
“Everything about you is amazing.” I blush at my sappiness, but I mean it. Cory Malkovich is nothing like I expected but everything I need.
Ijust blew the man of my dreams. I’d say it’s one of the best days of my life if I hadn’t come in my pants like a pimple-faced virgin.
Actually, fuck that. It’s definitely the best day of my life, and has given birth to daydreams of a future I never thought I wanted. Cozy dates in tiny restaurants. Holding hands. Hot sex and cuddles after. Okay, I’m getting a little carried away, but how could I not? I’m high as a kite on cloud almost 69. Nothing can ruin this.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck this is bad.”
Okay, maybesomethingcould.
I glance up to James, and yep, he looks like he might pass out. His frown is next level. He’s freaking out and I need to fix it. “Really, really, really bad.”
“But did bad ever feel so good?” I run my hands up over his thick calves. “I like it, James. A lot. This could be a whole new persona for me. Bad Cubby.” The twitch at edges of his lips relaxes the knot that frowny face formed in my stomach. “Which means I have to do that again. I need to see that come face at least once more.” Climbing off the floor, and onto James’ lap, I run my hands over his chest. He moans as my tongue swipes over his bottom lip, then bites my own when I try to pull away.
“Whatboutyou.” His words slur together and I feel my cheeks glow like the tip of the Eiffel fucking Tower.I did that,I think to myself.I sucked him stupid.
“No need. I blew two seconds after you started fucking my mouth. That was intense, Doc. I’m impressed.” His blush deepens and I can’t stop myself from tracing his cheek with my thumb. He really is gorgeous.
Unable to resist, I pull him into me for another kiss, clinging onto his neck when he attempts to pull back, a loose smile-the kind I’ve never seen-softening his face.
I could get used to this.
It’s temporary though, and I see the second it clicks, that allthis, the impressive belt removal, the groping, the squeezing of ass, the current gripping for dear life, has been done with one hand.
“Christ, Cory. Your fucking shoulder.”
“It’s fine, see.” Fighting hard not to wince, I jiggle my arm. “Still there.”
“I could have hurt you. Exacerbated the injury.”
“But you didn’t. In fact, I can’t feel a thing.” His brows, relaxed a beat ago furrow, and desperation sinks deep into my bones. I know enough of James to understand any dereliction of his duties will send him running to the hills faster than anything else will.
“You will. I haven’t even assessed you. Tested your range of movement. This … this is … this is why I should never have taken advantage.”
Now it’s me pulling back. Me who’s pissed. “Taken advantage? Who says you’ve taken advantage of me? Right now there’s two of us that know about this and I sure as fuck don’t feel a victim here.”
“Not the point.” Before I can blink, James has his pants up and is furiously scrubbing his hands in the basin, foam halfway up his forearms and splattering over the mirror before him. “If you still trust me, up on the table. If not, I’ll go get Coach White.” As he speaks, his eyes remain glued to the bubbles sliding down the drain.
“Of course I still trust you. There’s no one I trust more.”
“Probably not a good idea, Kid.”
“I’m not a fucking kid.”
“Dammit, don’t you think I know that?” Clenching his fists, Jamie glares at me in the reflection and for a second I fear he’s going to punch and shatter the glass. Instead he turns and almost tears the paper towel dispenser from the wall. “You think I don’t see what kind of man you are? That I don’t stay awake at night wanting to do to you what you just did to me?”
I slide off the table I’d just mounted and position myself between James and the door. No way he’s escaping. “So we both want the same thing. What’s the problem?”
