I’m notgoing to post it.
But I like screwing with his mind when I know he can’t talk back.
Oliver’s wrong about everything regarding that last hockey game, of course. I never liked him. I justcravedhim. I recognized when he got hotter, when he had his ugly-duckling glow-up in our final year of high school and he became very physically attractive. Not that he was ever “ugly” to begin with. Just gangly and shy.
And now you’re hot, infuriating, and a fucking demon who would do anything to have my cock.
The thought alone makes me smile.
I glance over at the camera, seeing how flushed his cheeks look. When I look back down at him it’s like a short-circuit hits my brain.
He hollows his cheeks around me as he sucks, and when he swirls his tongue along the underside of my tip, a rush of sensation floods lower in my body.
“You’re going to make me come,” I tell him.
I meant it as a command.
But it came out more like a realization.
It pisses me off how much control he has over me right now. I reach back with my free hand again and give his neglected hard-on another squeeze.
The moan he makes when I touch him makes me shake.
I can’t hold on much longer.
I move my hand to cup his throat, feeling every little micro-movement of his muscles as I thrust into him.
Sensation starts to build at the base of my cock.
My body is flooding with heat, and I forget everything around me. Forget I’m holding the phone camera. Forget about our history, and how much we hate each other, and anything that isn’t his tight, wet mouth.
“Take my cum, baby.”
The final word slips out even though Oliver doesn’t come fuckingcloseto deserving being called that.
I exhale as I thrust in deep, my thighs tensing so hard they practically shake.
And on the next thrust, I completely lose control.
I look into his eyes as I come, surrounded by the tight heat of his mouth.
“Fuck, Oliver,” I utter as I let go, coming onto his tongue. His eyelids drop as I shoot into his mouth, and he doesn’t stop, tightening around my cock.
Perfect.
Holy God, that is what I need.
He swallows around me, dutiful, like he’s been desperate for my release the whole time.
Part of me didn’t believe Noah when he’d made the comments about Oliver being a “fuck machine,” but I understand now. He’s made to take a cock.
If that’s how good his mouth was… I can’t even begin to fathom how it would feel to fuck his ass, bending him over the desk and making him spread for me.
I breathe deep.
I try to clear my mind.
“Thank you,” Oliver whispers as he pulls back and lets go of my cock, his voice a little roughened now.
