“I want that hungry mouth sucking me dry.”
Smiling, she bends her head, and a low groan slips out when her hot, wet mouth engulfs me, right down to the base. She hums around my shaft, and I feel the vibration in my entire body. Jesus. My hips jerk up involuntarily. She grips my thigh, fingernails digging into my flesh as she moans happily around me.
I smirk down at her. “You like this, don’t you? My cock in your mouth?”
She moans again and curls her hand around my base, squeezing hard enough to make me curse. I thrust my hips again, my cockhead touching the back of her throat, and when I feel her swallow around it, I damn near pass out.
“Yeah, just like that.” My voice is rough and desperate. “Take it all.”
She strokes me as her mouth almost entirely withdraws, then sucks me in again. Deeper. Faster. My jaw clenches as I watch her blow me. As I feel my control slipping.
“You’re so good at this, freckles. So goddamn perfect with those lips around me.” My grip in her hair tightens. “You want me to come for you?”
“Mmm,” she mumbles around my dick.
“You gonna swallow every drop?”
“Mmm.”
“That’s my good girl.” My hips start moving, pleasure building in my balls, skittering up my spine.
Blake’s tongue scrapes the sensitive spot under my cockhead on each upstroke. She picks up the pace, determined to get me there, and my head falls back against the pillow, body tensing.
“Jesus, I’m close. Don’t stop, baby, don’t fucking stop.”
She moans again, and so do I. My voice comes out in broken gasps as I hurtle toward release. My body jerks as I spill into her mouth, and she does exactly what I told her. Takes it all, every last drop, her throat working as she sucks me dry. Her lips are swollen and wet by the time she finally lifts her head and looks up at me with a satisfied grin.
My chest is heaving. “Goddamn. You really are a dirty little thing—”
“Wyatt?”
A knock sounds on the door, accompanied by my dad’s brusque voice.
We freeze.
“Champ, you in there?”
Blake’s eyes widen in panic. She scrambles up so fast that she thumps the night table. Dad and his superhuman hearing don’t miss that, of course.
“Oh good, you are. Can I come in?” he asks.
“Shit,” I hiss, bolting upright.
I shove my sweatpants over my dick, but I’m still hard, and it’s a struggle to get the material over my raging erection.
Blake dives off the bed as the doorknob starts turning.
“Your mom and I were just talking about…”
He enters like a brazen asshole, seconds before Blake hurls herself into the bathroom. She doesn’t even manage to close the door, just flings herself behind it, while it stays ajar.
“Oh.” Dad stops talking when he notices me on the bed. “You’re busy.”
His gaze dips to the erection I’m trying to conceal with my hand. I stifle a groan as he quickly backs away.
“Dude,” he sighs. “You should really lock your door when you’re doing that.”
Yeah. I should.
