One I follow with glee.
My lips part, allowing Gentry to slide in. I groan. The weight of him on my tongue has my eyes rolling back. I’m so fucking hard. The urge to pull myself out and relieve some of the ache is strong, but I don’t, because I want to please him so much more. I close my lips around him, sucking softly at first. My tongue flares, wrapping around the underside as I let him choose the pace. I let him think he’s in control for now. I never take my eyes off him, even when he touches the back of my throat, and I gag. My eyes fill with moisture, but my gaze stays locked on his face.
The flare of his nostrils as he breathes harshly, the tightness in his jaw, and the way his lips press together, like he’s trying so hard to not make a sound, the flush to his cheeks. Gentry is enjoying this so much more than he wants to, and fuck if that doesn’t have adrenaline and arousal flooding my system. I relax my jaw, letting him sink in deeper. His movements are slow and controlled, but I want to see him unleashed. I want to see his dark, sensual side come out, and I know it’s in there. My heart thrashes, my cock throbbing. Having Gentry like this is euphoric, and it’s only the beginning.
Gentry pulls out, and I can’t help the whimper that falls from my mouth. “This is wrong,” he mutters while simultaneouslygripping my hair tighter. Like his mind wants to stop, but his body won’t let him.
“It’s not wrong,” I say, flicking my tongue against the tip of his cock. “It’s so, so good.”
The corner of his mouth twitches, the ghost of a smirk. “Does it turn you on to be on your knees for me?”
I bite down on my bottom lip and nod. “Do you wanna see how much it turns me on, daddy?”
He curses under his breath, his control slipping.
Sitting back on my haunches, I hold his gaze as I work open my belt. “Wanna see how I touch myself when I think about you?”
The second I pull myself out, his gaze drops. My stomach flutters as I wrap my hand around myself, relishing the hunger looking back at me.
“Fuckkkk,” I groan. “Touch yourself, daddy. Let me see the way you make yourself feel good when nobody’s lookin’.”
It takes a beat, but eventually, Gentry does what I say. I grit my teeth and squeeze my cock, trying not to come too quick because this is, hands down, the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed. I can’t help myself. Leaning forward, I close my mouth around the tip again, swirling my tongue as he continues to stroke himself.
“Is this what you want?” he asks gruffly. I nod and smile around his dick. “Or would you rather be in here with that stick-up-his-ass suit out there?”
Shaking my head, I pull back. “I think you already know the answer to that.”
“I wanna hear you say it, Remington.”
“That guy does fuck-all for me. The only person I want is you.”
Gentry smirks, and I fucking melt. “Good boy,” he growls before nudging past my lips again. “Now suck my cock and prove it.”
Fuck me, you don’t have to ask me twice.
Warmth spreads from my chest, and my dick throbs. I go slow and take my time. Like before, I only take the tip at first. I suck, and lick, getting Gentry all worked up before finally sinking deeper. He consumes me, every sense filled with him. His taste, his smell, the groans he can’t hide anymore. All of him. I can’t get enough. My hand comes up, replacing his as I grip him at the base and bob my head up and down.
Slowly, but surely, Gentry falls apart. With each stroke and swipe of my tongue, his control demolishes before my eyes, his restraint going up in flames.
Gentry bites down on his bottom lip, his brows pinched as he watches me with fervor. It lights me up something fierce.
“Keep touching yourself,” he husks. “I wanna watch.”
Fuck.
My hand trembles with need as I wrap it around my throbbing cock. I groan around his length and nearly bust when his eyes roll back and his hips jerk, sending him deeper into my throat. Tears springing to my eyes, I gag, but I relax my throat, allowing Gentry to use me.
“Goddamn, you take my cock so well,” he rasps. “You’re close, aren’t you? Taking all of me has you on the verge of exploding, doesn’t it?”
Unable to answer with words, I nod and whimper, my eyelashes fluttering as I fight to keep my eyes open. Pulling himself out of my mouth, Gentry pumps his cock, smearing his arousal over my lips. Heat spreads low in my spine. I’m right on the edge. But so is he; I know it. He’s crumbling. Fisting the hair on the back of my head again, he feeds me exactly what I need. But rougher this time, and I fucking love it.
In… Out.
In… Out.
His jaw slack, Gentry moans the closer he gets. Right when I think he’s finally going to come, he pulls out of my mouth and says, “Open up. Show me your tongue.”
Doing as he says, my fist flies up and down my length, chasing the high and watching Gentry in anticipation. His grip on my hair tightens, and he throws his head back, a groan ripping from his chest as hefinallylets go. Gentry’s cock pulsates as thick ropes decorate my tongue and drip down to my chin. The second I taste him, I’m done for. Crying out, I spill all over the dirty bar floor, swallowing every last drop that Gentry feeds me. Heat spreads like lava through my veins as I ride the wave.
