“Where did it go?” A grin spreads across his face. “Are you fucking deepthroating me, Con?”
I can’t smile, but my chest swells with pride.That’s right, fucker. I took it all. Every single inch.
“You fucking did it,” he says, laughing. “Look at you.” He reaches down, wiping a tear from my cheek with his thumb. “That’s some goddamn talent.”
I swallow around him, and he groans, his head dropping forward. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Then I start to move, sliding him in and out of my throat, finding a rhythm. Troy’s hips begin to move too, a slow, careful rocking, like he doesn’t want to hurt me. He’s holding back, trying to be gentle. I appreciate it, but that’s not what I want. I want him to let go. To use my mouth. To chase his own pleasure. I can take it.
My hands slide up and grip his hips, pulling him forward, urging him deeper, faster. He gets the message. His thrusts become deeper, harder, balls slapping against my chin. I’m drooling like a dog, spit running down my chin and neck, but I don’t care. I’m in heaven. He’s fucking my face now, and it’s everything I hoped it would be. The sounds are obscene. Wet, messy, gagging noises fill the room. Desperate gasps for air. Troy’s ragged moans.
I’m learning as I go. How to breathe through my nose. How to tilt my head to open my throat. How the pain fades into a dull ache, and beneath it is the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. I’m so hard it hurts. My dick is trapped in my jeans, and I start rubbing it against the bed, humping the mattress in time with Troy’s thrusts.
The door is unlocked. Anyone could walk in. Any of Troy’s frat bros. Ashley, coming back to see what’s taking so long. Liam, who I told I was going home. They could see me on my knees with Troy’s cock buried in my throat. They could see the tear tracks on my face. The spit glistening on my chin. The way I’mgrinding my dick into the bed like an animal in heat. They could see me so desperate for it.
And I don’t give a single fuck.
Let them see. Let them know I’m the one making Troy feel like this.
The only thing that matters is the feel of him in my mouth. The taste of him. The sounds he’s making. I’m burning from the inside out. My entire world has narrowed to this room. This bed, whoever the fuck it belongs to. Troy pounding my throat.
His hands are in my hair now, holding my head in place as he drives into me. “Shit, Connor, I’m close,” he warns. “Gonna blow. You want it?”
What kind of question is that? Of course, I want it. I look up at him, our eyes locked. I want to see it. Want to see the moment he falls apart. Want to watch the control shatter in those green eyes.
He’s holding on by a thread. I can see it in the tight line of his jaw, in the way he’s fighting to keep his eyes open. He’s trying to make this last, but I’m not going to let him. I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard, and hum around him, never breaking eye contact.
That does it. Troy’s whole body goes rigid. A guttural groan tears out of him, his fingers tightening in my hair. Then he’s coming, pulsing hot and bitter down my throat. I swallow it all, my hands gripping his ass, holding him there, milking him for every last drop.
He empties himself into me, and I take it. All of it. The bitterness. The salt. The sweetness. The thick, sticky proof of how much he wanted this, too. And with every spurt in my throat, I leave behind the guy I thought I was. I let him drown. That Connor. The straight Connor. The one who only ever thought about girls. He’s gone, washed away by Troy’s release.
I’m gay. I’m so fucking gay.
I want to scream it, but my throat is busy.
So I keep taking it. All that warm cum Troy is pumping into me.
Until he has nothing left to give.
7
“How was the party yesterday?” I ask as I stumble into the living room, heading straight for the coffee maker in our cramped kitchen area.
Troy’s already on his usual side of the couch, both controllers set up and ready on the coffee table. He’s in just his gray sweatpants. No shirt. White socks propped on the table edge. He looks over at me with that trademark grin.
“Pretty good, actually. Scored again.” He stretches his arms over his head, showing off. “Another dude. That’s two in a row now. This one was even more into it than the last guy.”
“Yeah?” I pour water into the coffee maker, my back to him, fighting a smile. “What kind of guy?” I feign innocence, knowing damn well he’s talking about me.
“Crazy hot. Grade-A beef. And a quick learner too. He couldn’t get enough of it.” He winks as I turn around. “Even took the whole thing. Can you believe that? First time deepthroating and he swallowed all of me.”
“Damn. He must’ve been really craving some dick.”
“Oh, he was. You have no idea. He even cockblocked me with this hot girl just so he could get his mouth on it.” He gestures at his crotch with a smug smirk.
I add the coffee grounds to the filter. “Sounds like a keeper.”
“Oh, for sure.” Troy pats the couch beside him. “Come here, man. Where’s my morning kiss?”
