“Need you,” he groans before I suck his tongue into my mouth, biting down, making him grunt.
Spinning him around, I shove him up against the wall. “You have me,” I promise, and then I’m sinking to my knees, grabbing at his wet jeans with unhinged desperation to get his cock into my fucking mouth and down my throat. I want to take him apart, to listen to him shatter just for me.
It’s not as easy as I’d like. His jeans are heavy and stick to his legs, making it hard to get them down.
He helps me push them far enough to free his cock. I groan at the sight of his thick, heavy length. It’s the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen. Just the right length and thickness, and the vein running from root to tip is my fucking kryptonite.
My eyes dart up to find Easton watching me with hooded eyes. Seeing his need for me makes me fucking feral. “That's right, baby, watch me as I suck your cock.”
His eyes flash as I lift his shaft and run my tongue along the vein, tracing it.
Easton hisses and thrusts his hips forward, chasing more.
I’ll give him more. With a smug grin, I grip him at the base and bring his tip to my mouth.
Wrapping my lips around it, I suck the pre-cum leaking from his slit. “Oh fuck!” he shouts, eyes rolling back.
“That’s it. Be a good fucking boy and take it.” I chuckle. He opens his eyes to glare down at me with nostrils flared. As he's about to snap back, I take him into my mouth again, this time swallowing him whole. That shuts him right up, forcing out the most delicious, needy groan that has my cock throbbing.
Sucking hard, I begin to bob my head up and down on his cock. His thighs start to quiver, his breathing coming out in quick, heavy pants.
“Fuck,” he grunts when I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock before sucking him down again. “I’m not gonna last. God, your mouth is fucking heaven.”
I preen at his praise, wanting to make him feel good and loving that I’m doing exactly that.
Using my free hand, I cup his balls, rolling them before giving them a little squeeze. He hisses, head falling back against the tile wall. I can tell he’s not going to last long, already on the edge of his orgasm.
I want it, I want his release. It’s fucking mine.
Letting go of his balls, I run my hands up his thighs, giving them a squeeze as I deep throat him. He moans again, so damn dirty. I fucking love it.
I want his pants off completely, but they aren’t budging, so I glide my hands up his body and under his wet shirt. I trace his abs with my fingertips, loving how hard they are.
Then I drag my nails down, making him hiss.
He’s close, so fucking close.
He grabs the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my wet, messy strands. I open my eyes to see him looking down at me. Lips parted in awe, he starts to fuck my mouth.
And I take it enthusiastically. Every time he forces himself down my throat, burying my nose in the tufts of curly hair, I swallow.
He chokes out a gasp, and I do it again and again, until Easton loses it.
His grip on my hair is almost painful, but fuck, it feels good.
“I’m gonna—fuck, Bennett–I’m–” He groans as his orgasm crashes into him. His cock erupts against my tongue, shooting thick, warm ropes of cum down my throat.
Not wanting to waste a drop, I swallow down everything he gives me like a good boy. I’m so fucking gone for him, addicted to him. The salty tang of his release is my new favorite flavor. Next to the way he tastes when he kisses me.
I just love everything about him.
“Fuck. Sorry.” He pants heavily.
I pull off his cock, and it’s still hard. “Don’t be.” I grin, wiping at the corner of my mouth and sucking off the cum that slipped free. I get to my feet and press my body against his, one hand cradling the back of his head, the other one gripping his still-hard cock. “I fucking loved it.”
“Fuck.” His eyes are glazed as he basks in the afterglow of his release. But I'm not done with him. I haven’t come yet, and I want one more orgasm from him before we leave.
He grunts, his breathing picking back up, eyes flicking between mine. I give him a few more strokes, bringing it fully back to life before pausing to wrap my hand around both of our shafts.
