Before I can form a thought, he drags me around by the hips, turning me to face him again. Not that I can see his face. When Ilook down, all I can see is that blank, eerie mask that he’s pulled up on his forehead to free his mouth.
His mouth that wraps around my cock, engulfing me entirely in one go.
Oh sweet Jesus.
I can’t breathe. My hands claw at the wall behind me. I throw my head back so hard I almost knock some sense into myself. Then the tight, wet pull of his mouth lures me into that blank space where I’m nothing but need and nerve endings again.
Holy fuckhe’s good at this. I’m no stranger to blow jobs, but he has me reeling. The hot, perfect suction of his mouth makes my vision spark at the edges. My legs shake.
His tongue slides under the head, circles, and sucks before he takes me all the way to the back of his throat.
“B–Brody—” I gasp, not even sure he can hear me.
One arm pushes on the inside of my thigh, and he hooks my knee over his shoulder. At first, I’m rocked by the motion, trying to keep my balance while my shoe keeps the end of my pant leg attached to my foot. But the motion drives my cock deeper into his mouth where I can feel his throat swallowing around me. I nearly collapse. My body curves and my hands steady themselves on his shoulders.
When his hand moves between my legs and a slick finger presses against my hole, I tense. It feels weird and I’m not sure I like it, but I don’t tell him to stop. He pushes it inside, slow and deep and intrusive, and curling it in a way that forces a sound out of me I’ve never heard myself make. I’m stunned for a moment, confused about the shift from weird to holy fuck.
He does it again, repeating the same motion and pressing against that raw spot inside me. An electric pulse of sensation that’s somewhere between intense pleasure and the need to pee rips through me. I come so hard and fast my vision whites out.
My hips jerk uncontrollably. I scramble for something to hold on to, pushing his mask off in the process. He looks up and locks hungry eyes on mine. My mouth falls open around a wordless cry, and the hallway spins.
He holds me steady, watching me as his mouth and sneaky finger milk me for every last drop of cum, dignity, and clear thought left in me.
When I can’t take anymore, he releases me with a wet pop, dropping a soft kiss to the tip of my cock, then the inside of my thigh. And then, as if he didn’t just destroy me, he stands and fits his mask back on top of his head.
I’m boneless and shaking, slumped against the wall, pants around my ankles with one leg inside out, breathing like I’ve run five miles uphill.
“W–what…” I manage. “What did you just do to me?”
Brody steps into my space, his mask inches from my face, breath hot against my lips.
His voice is low and steady. It’s devastating.
“I made it easier for you to know what to beg for.”
CHAPTER 16
BRODY
I slowly step back from Beck, giving us both a breath of space, but I don’t take my eyes off him for a second. He looks wrecked. He’s flushed and trembling, his pupils blown so wide they swallow the brown of his eyes and turn them into black oil.
He’s still leaning against the wall, chest rising and falling like he just ran a mile. He’s watching me warily, as if I just performed some kind of suspicious sorcery rather than gave him a simple blow job. Although the finger seemed to be a shock, so maybe that was his first time having his prostate stimulated.
He probably thinks straight boys don’t play with their butts.
I drag my thumb across my bottom lip, collecting the last faint trace of him on my skin. Then I pop it in my mouth and suck, licking it once to be sure I got it all.
His gaze locks onto the movement like he’s hypnotized. His jaw slackens. His breath stutters.
“Do you want to know what you taste like?”
Pink lips part, and his tongue peeks out like he wants to get a taste, too.
“You taste like sin and sweet desperation,” I say, surprised when he doesn’t argue about being desperate. “You taste like mine.”
Beck doesn’t move, he just stares at me like he’s trying to solve a problem he doesn’t have the math skills for. Then something in him wavers. He leans forward, barely, but enough.
He’s going to kiss me.
