A husky sound breaches Joss’s lips. “Fuck.”
Yeah?I suck in a breath and keep working him, reveling in his clenching muscles and gruff noises. I’m doing this to him. Me. Tohim.This beautiful fuckin’ creature who’s so sexy it hurts.
Another sound gravels out of him, and my cock throbs. I don’t know what I want, but if it’s just this, me taking him apart with my mouth, I’m happy.
So fuckin’ happy.
“Kai.”
I lift my gaze. Joss is staring down at me, his gaze hooded and heavy.
And accusing. “You’ve done this before?”
I pull off to shake my head.
He guides me back. “Then you were fucking born for it.”
Nice.
I think?
Whatever. I slide him between my lips again. His head falls back, and he groans, tendons straining in his neck, teeth digging into his bottom lip. It turns me on so much my stomach begins to ache. My groin. My heavy balls.
Joss leans forward, hunching slightly over my face, filling my mouth with his cock. He grips the back of my head and presses a knee to the couch, deepening the angle. “See if you like this.”
He fucks my mouth, slow and steady.Igroan, and it’s my turn for my eyes to roll in my head. For a moment, he does the work, driving his shaft back and forth, dancing along the tight rope of pleasure that pulses between us. Flexing and thrusting, breath coming in short, sharp pants.
I imagine how he’d sound if he was fucking me. How it would feel to have him buried inside me.
That doesn’t shock me either.
I want him.
My hands fly to his hips again. I urge him on. His fingers tighten in my hair, clenching and curling. He chokes out a warning, giving me time to pull away, but I don’t want to.
Joss releaseshard, into my mouth and down my throat, and goddamn if I don’t love every fuckin’ drop.
Holy shit. I swallow it all, only drawing back when he does. When he reclaims his dick and falls onto the couch beside me with a shellshocked sigh.
At least, it sounds shellshocked to me. Unless it’s wishful thinking. But I know it’s not. He liked that. Loved it, even. I can fuckin’ feel it.
Joss brushes a kiss to my cheek, playfully swiping his tongue over my skin until he reaches my mouth. He kisses me as if we have all the time in the world, forever more. Languid and slow. Sexy as hell. I’m still so hard it makes my belly ache.
Still kissing me, Joss straddles my hips. Like him, I’m shirtless and he lets his hands roam, thumbs flicking over my nipples, blunt nails grazing my ribs.
I shudder.
He grins against my mouth. “Want me to—”
A phone cuts him off.
Hisphone.
“Fucking-A.” He rips his mouth from mine and springs off me like a cat, long-bodied and elegant. His phone is on the kitchen counter, vibrating angrily, a…Tom Petty track as the ringtone?
He’s too late to answer the call. He brings the phone back to the couch and meets my raised brows. “What?”
“‘Runnin’ Down a Dream?’”
