“Mmmph!” I whimper, swallowing hard again before using my nostrils to suck in enough air to inflate my lungs. God, his musk and the faint smell of his bodywash, it makes my mouth water more. Drool spills out the corners of my mouth, wetting the soft, velvet skin of his sack under my right cheek.
“You’re doing so good,” he praises me, easing off the break.
Once we must be through the intersection, he tugs my hair, pulling me off his dick. I gasp in air, my eyes watering hard. He cups my jaw, swiping at the tears with the pad of his thumb. “Gannett, you just deep-throated me like a fuckin’ dream. Just like that. Breathing in through your nose, swallowing around my dick, whining and moaning, and making a complete mess of yourself down there.”
Okay, well… I feel like I could do that again, so I fold myself back over and give it a few more tries. Him having his hand on the back of my head, forcing me down, is helping. I grip his thigh, hoping that’ll give him the wordless confirmation he needs to keep doing it. He must understand, because he keeps doing it and then raises me another challenge.
He starts lightly pistoning his hips, bucking into my mouth even further. Good lord, I’m eager to keep trying to take him further back, but how much more can I take before he starts bruising my vocal cords. I test it out, whining and whimpering with each thrust into me.
“Is that my little slut’s way of telling me you’re ready for me to give you what you want?”
I grip his thigh in confirmation, and he slides his palm off the back of my head. I feel him kneading into the nape of my neck, silent encouragement to swallow everything he’s about to give me. His abs go taut, and with a slew of muttered curses, he shoots into my mouth. Greedily I drink him down, milking every last drop out of him.
“Holy fuck,” he sighs, his head thumping back against the seat-rest. “It’s unfair how insanely good you’ve gotten at that in such a short amount of time.”
I grin, wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand, lapping away any remnants of his release, and settling back in my seat. “For a dumb guy, I guess I’m good at something. Who knew it’d be sucking dick, though? I know I definitely didn’t have that on my bingo card.”
He looks over and fixes me with an unimpressed look. “You’re not dumb, Gannett, so stop thinking like that. The only thing stupid about you is how stupidly handsome you are…”
Ayup, and there goes my heart… melted right into a puddle of goo.
My nephew pulls me aside while one of his co-workers uselessly prattles on to Gordy regarding aftercare instructions. This isn’t his first rodeo, so I don’t know why the kid is even bothering. I’m willing to bet that with all the tattoos Gordy already has, he has an industrial-sized bucket of ink-friendly lotion at home.
“Hey, I, um, I wanted to talk to you about something,” Colton says, nervously scanning the area to make sure we’re not overheard.
I instantly tense up. Shit, I’ve been trying to keep things discreet between Gordy and I this entire time, because this—whateverthisis—is still too new. But Colton is observant as fuck. I bet he saw me drooling over my, for lack of a better term,blowie buddy’sshirtless form over there in the chair for the past hour or something.
“Please don’t tell Evan,” I blurt out in haste.
Colton’s brows furrow. “But… I don’t like keeping secrets from Dad.”
“I know that, dude, but like… I don’t know what’s going on between us yet. As in, we’re still just kind of figuring things out at this point. I don’t think he’s anywhere close to putting a label on it...”
“Who?” Colton tracks my line of vision out to Gordy, then turns back to me with a shit-eating grin. “Oh man. Are you for fuckin’realright now?” He chuckles. “That’s not what I needed to talk to you about at all, but we aremost definitelycircling back around to that in a minute.”
“Wait, what?” Ohhh shit. Me and my big, dumb fuckin’ mouth.
“I wanted to come to you for advice about, like…parenting.”
It takes a hot minute before my mouth forms a perfect O. Colton and his boyfriend have been seeing each other since—Christ, I don’t even know. A long ass time. “You and Petro? Daddies?”
He nods. “I know Dad’s gonna tweak when we break the news to him, because he wants me to be, like, done with school and settled and what-not. Not like he was when he and Mom had me when they were so young.”
I gasp, hauling him in for a hug. “I friggin’knewsomething was up between you two at Christmas! He was all about them taters, and you were telling him to keep quiet. He’s pregnant?! How far along?”
“Just passed the first trimester.” Colton beams. “We wanted to make sure he wasn’t at risk of losing the baby before we told anyone.But, like, we also didn’t want to wait until we were both out of school or anything either. Petro wants bottom surgery eventually, so we kinda wanted to get the ball rolling on a family.”
Back when Colton came out as pansexual, years ago, Petro was pretty open with the entire family about his trans identity too. Blatant transphobia, apparently, was what sparked Taryn and Colton’s feud—Taryn was giving Petro shit about it. Gordy put the kibosh on that, however, and straightened Taryn’s ass out.
Now I get it. Gordy didn’t want Taryn perpetuating a culture of intolerance.
“Do you know what you’re having yet?” I ask.
He looks at me, dumbfounded. “Yeah, dude. A baby.”
I snicker. “Smartass. Boy or girl?”
He grins, his lip-piercing glinting under the lights. “We can get the blood test done in a couple of weeks. The gender is kinda arbitrary to both Petro and I, though. We’re only going to do it so Morgan can plan a gender reveal. You know how she is; she likes having excuses to get us all together.”
