His chuckle was deep and husky as he leaned forward and swallowed me deep. I cried out, slapping my palms against the door and bucking forward to chase the wet, hot suction.
That would have been too easy.
Tucker’s hands closed around my hips, pinning me to the wall as he worked my cock with his lips and tongue. There was never a doubt who was in control here.
He licked and sucked, humming as he swallowed me. I tried to memorize every detail—his lips stretched wide around my girth, his nose brushing my stomach every time he took me all the way down, the way his tongue teased my piercing like a fucking sucking candy. There was no hesitation, no gag reflex, no fear of the size of my cock. Tucker knew exactly what he was doing, and even better, he did it with fervor.
This was just as much about his pleasure as it was mine.
He moaned and whimpered, his hands squeezing my ass and pulling me deeper still.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”
His eyes glazed over with lust and a string of saliva dribbled down his chin. It was a sight to behold—Johnny Tucker, renowned baseball star and acclaimed sex god, on his kneesforme—and it was ten times better than anything I had ever conjured up in my fantasies.
I cried out when he abruptly pulled me free and lowered his head, tracing a path down the underside of my cock and around my balls with his tongue. He fisted my shaft, pumping it once, twice, a third time, and all the while his tongue never let up. I was torn between begging him to keep going and pleading for him not to stop.
“Please,Johnny.”
A wicked grin spread across his face. In a heartbeat, I was back in his mouth, his throat fluttering around every inch of my cock. I threaded my fingers through his hair, guiding his head up and down. Not that he needed it. If anything, I was the one who needed something,anythingto keep me grounded.
“Are you going to let me come here?”
He didn’t answer—he couldn’t, not with his mouth overflowing with cock.
A groan built in my chest when his hands curled around my ass, spreading me wide. My thighs burned with the effort of staying upright, and just when I thought I might crumble to the floor, a saliva-slicked finger breached my asshole. It was the spark needed to ignite the flame and send me skyrocketing over a cliff.
I threw my head back, moaning his name as Tucker continued sucking me dry. He didn’t let up until the last pulse of cum had spilled down his throat.
When he pulled off, he sat back on his heels and grinned.
“You look pretty proud of yourself.”
He licked his lips.
“Damn right. Best thing I've tasted all day.” His hands kept me anchored against the wall as he stood up to his full height, towering over my five-foot-ten frame. “Do you have a bed?”
“What?”
We had passed the point of rational thinking about two seconds after he’d put his mouth on me.
“A bed,” he said, nipping the spot behind my ear that drove me crazy. “Take me to it.”
“You expect me to move from this spot?”
He nodded. “Unless you would prefer I fuck you right here.”
I eyed the hardwood floors, quietly mulling over my options. It didn't take long for me to decide. An aching asshole was one thing; bruised knees were another. Especially for a thirty-four-year-old man with little-to-no meat on his bones.
“Right. Bed. Down the hall. Let’s go.”
I stepped out of my pants and shoes and tried not to stumble as I led the way to my room. It didn't escape me that Tucker was still fully clothed, whereas I was bare from the waist down. Winnie the Pooh-ing it, I guessed you could say.
“Nice place,” Johnny called from behind me.
“Thanks.”
If he wanted the full tour, he was going to have to wait until later.Muchlater. For now, I needed to get fucked bytheJohnathan Tucker.
