I groaned around his cock as my own kicked in response. Apparently Reid was a bossy bottom.
And apparently, I very much liked it.
I considered stopping to find some lube before dismissing the idea.
My mouth made an obscene noise as I pulled off Reid’s cock. “We really need to be better prepared in future.”
“Next time,” Reid vowed.
I waited until I’d thoroughly moistened one of my fingers before I responded. “Promise?”
We both knew I wasn’t asking about the lube. I was asking if there would be a next time. Perhaps it was unfair of me to do mid-blow job, but hey, I didn’t like to play fair.
Not where winning Reid over was concerned.
“Promise,” Reid rasped. “Now hurry up and make me come.”
My mouth descended before the final syllable left his lips. This time, when my hands went to his rear, there was no teasing. My finger slicked with spit sought out the puckered skin. I stroked it gently, getting a burst of precum for my efforts.
My digit slipped a few centimetres past the tight ring of muscle. I didn’t let it go further. Spit only got you so far, and I wasn’t going to risk hurting him.
Reid whined, trying to shove backwards and force me deeper. With a growl, I grabbed his hip with my spare hand and held him still.
“Give me more,” Reid moaned. “I can take it, Ev. It’ll be fine.”
I glared up at him—as much as I could with his dick halfway down my throat—and tried to convey a message with my eyes.I won’t risk hurting you.
“Fine,” Reid muttered, his head hitting the wall with a thud. “But we’re taking the lube back to yours and doing this again later. Properly. You might even have to fuck me to make it up to me.”
I almost choked on the laugh trying to force its way out of my throat. There was no room for it. Not with how stuffed full I was.
If Reid thought me fucking him was a punishment then I fully intended on getting into trouble as often as possible.
I was so hard I could practically feel my heartbeat in mycock. Reid’s every moan took me higher, every tug on my hair feeling like a stroke along my length. At this rate, I might not even need to touch myself. There was every chance I’d come in my boxers like a teenager.
Totally worth it. I wouldn’t even feel embarrassed.
That was when Reid whined my name. It was the sound I’d come to so many times. The memory I’d replayed every time I’d touched myself over the past few weeks.
I had to touch myself. I might not need it to get there, but I couldn’t stop myself.
My hand had just nudged at my waistband when Reid spoke above me. “Don’t.”
I froze, not sure what he meant. Reid must’ve realised my confusion, because he quickly elaborated, voice hoarse. “Don’t touch yourself. Please?”
I immediately pulled my hand away. My cock was screaming bloody murder at me, but I ignored it.
What Reid wanted, Reid got.
“Thank you,” he breathed, his fingers spasming in my hair. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
I wanted to tell him he didn’t need to worry. That I didn’t give a fuck if I walked around with blue balls for the next year so long as he was happy. But I didn’t get a chance to say any of that.
Because Reid was coming.
“Evan,” he cried, his hips jerking as he filled my throat. “Evan!”
I swallowed rapidly, savouring the taste of him. My plan was to lick him all over. To check I’d not let a single drop go to waste.
