My eyes find Evan’s as he stares up at me, and I’m completely at his mercy. His mouth widens, and he slips the tip inside, his tongue swirling around my piercing.
Curse words fly from my mouth left, right, and centre. I can’t hold it in. It’s physically impossible.
“Fuck, Evan,” I growl, trying not to grip his hair too tight.
It’s his first time. I’m his first everything. My cock throbs.No. Stop thinking about it.
Evan sinks his lips down my cock until he’s stuffed and there’s more than half left. He groans around me, sending vibrations right to my heart. My lips part as I watch him suck my cock with an innocent glimmer in his eye.
“Fuck me,” I groan when he pulls out and does something with his tongue that makes me wonder who the hell taught him that.
A strike of jealousy rushes through me.
Evan’s eyes start to water as he bobs his mouth a little faster, attempting to take more inches, but it’s proving difficult. Instead, he wraps his fist around the rest of my cock and starts to pump while sucking.
I’m sure I have an out-of-body experience at that lethal combo.
He hums again, and the scent of his arousal floats through the room. I hold his face still as he slurps up my cock like his life depends on it.
“Ahh,” I grunt. “Good boy.”
Evan’s gaze widens, and I smirk.
“You like being praised, huh?”
He whimpers around me, my cock at the back of his throat and saliva dripping down the corner of his mouth. He looks like a fucking masterpiece like this, burned into my memory forever.
“You like being called a good boy?”
He pulls out with a gasp, a trail of spit from the tip of my cock to his lips, and Goddess, it does something to me.
“Yes,” he pants. “I do.”
My soul leaves my body as he slides his mouth over me again.
“Oh, you’re doing such a good job, baby,” I whisper as he sucks harder. “Don’t stop.”
Evan moans around me, sending shockwaves through my system.
“You want my cum?” I say gruffly.
Another whimper.
“Well, keep sucking my cock like that, and I might have to call you my dirty boy,” I grumble through my teeth.
Evan’s eyes widen, and he slows down. I pull my cock away from his mouth and cup his jaw, smoothing my thumb across his plump bottom lip.
“I just wanna be yours,” he rasps. “Dirty, good, everything.”
A groan falls from the back of my throat. “Then let me give you what you want for being so good.”
His mouth returns to my cock. He speeds up and hollows out his cheeks as his throat clenches around my tip.
“Fuck.” I buck my hips at the sudden change in tempo. I barely have time to prepare myself. “I’m gonna come. Fuck, let me pull out if you don’t want it down your throat.”
But he doesn’t move. He holds my stare, and the second my cum coats his tongue, his eyes fall into the back of his head.
Fucking hell.
