I’m dizzy, but somehow I find a rhythm that has fresh heat pooling in my stomach, pulsing in time with the push and slide of Galen’s cock between my lips. Down my throat. I can’t breathe and it’s perfect, and if I thought my dick was hard before, I had no fucking clue about life.
“Look at you.” Galen’s thick thighs tremble, his pelvis too, as if he’s fighting the urge to drive into my mouth. “You’re so fucking hot.”
I want to tell him he doesn’t have to hold back. That I’ve imagined how he feels crammed down my throat way too many times to feel anything but pure ecstasy that it’s finally happening.
But my mouth is too full, and I love it as much as I love the reverent look on his face as I drag my eyes open and find his wild gaze.
“You’re going to make me come,” he whispers. “It’s okay if you don’t want it in your mouth.”
I want it in my mouth. So fucking much.
Je le veux plus que tout.
But I can’t find the will to pull off him and say it.
So I show him instead. Working him harder—deeper—as that dark ache in my belly infiltrates every cell of my body. As Galen responds with rougher curses, and an untamed flex of his hips that has me choking on him.
I clamp my hands on his hips, pinning him in place as he tries to pull back a little. Tries to save me from dick-led asphyxiation. But I like the rush—I love it. And as Galen relents, and something inside him seems to capitulate, I can’t give it up.
He letsgo, and I realise how much he’s been holding back. His spine arches, grip on the back of my head tightening to the sweetest pressure. A moan tears out of him, sharp and untethered, and I feel it to my fucking marrow as I take him as deep as I can. As Ihold himthere, using muscles I didn’t know I had, and Galen comes in a hot rush down my throat.
Fuck. I drown in his salt-slick taste. Revelling in every shudder and jerk of his strong body. It’s so fucking good I forget I need to breathe until white spots cloud my vision, obscuring my view of Galen.
I pull off, inch by inch, mourning the loss of him before he’s even gone. I wipe my mouth and find my focus. Find Galen as hedrops back against the pillow, chest working hard as he labours for a breath of his own.
It takes him a minute. Longer than feels comfortable, but just as I reach for him, he pulls himself together, snapping a hand out to seize my wrist, using the momentum to sit up and fix me with a stare so feral and hungry I’d be scared if I wasn’t so irrevocably into it.
Intohim—Galen—as his mouth curves, sinful and dangerous, and his melodic voice deepens to a low rumble. “Get on your back.”
Galen
I’m shaking.
But somehow I find the wherewithal to hook my arms under Sab’s strong shoulders andhaulhim up the bed.
His mouth is wrecked. That beautiful jaw has got to be aching, and I have the fecking cure.
Iamthe cure.
Tonight, anyway.
I claim that mouth. Then I tip him onto his back, trusting that he’ll tap out if he needs to, and crowd over him. “What’s on your mind when you think about fucking men?”
Sab swallows. “Fucking them?”
“Or them fucking you.Blowingyou. It all counts—it’s all sex.”
I’m hooked on his answer, whatever it may be. But my hands wander as I wait for him to gather it, roaming his torso, knowing by now what makes him jump and shiver. Then lower, to his cock, andlowerstill, tracking his reaction.
Sab has the most beautiful eyes. Soulful and dark, they’re as hypnotising so hooded and heavy as they are wide open. I miss them as they flutter closed, and yet…
He likes it.
This. My touch rightthere.
I can read him. I don’t need him to say it with words. But the answer he’s holding back, the one that flexes his hips and has him widening his legs, making room for me, chasing my touch—I want it as much as I want him.
My free hand finds its way to his chest, splaying over his racing heart. “Saying something out loud doesn’t mean you have to do it.”
