I feel my balls tighten and Duncan runs his hands up the inside of my thighs. He reaches my testicals and instead of cupping me, he brackets my sack. I am a puddle of sensation as he uses his thumbs and fingers to pull them down from where they’re crawling up my spine.
"Shit, yes, so tight." I mumble and he rises taller on his knees to change the angle.
Slowly, he slides me out of his mouth and I fucking twitch seeking his heat again.
"You ready to come for the first time, Charming?" He asks as he tightens his grip.
"Yes, fuck yes." I breathe as I tug on one of my nipples.
Duncan tracks the movement and smiles wickedly before spitting on my dick and licking it up.
My head falls back as my chest heaves.
"No, watch me." He growls and my attention snaps to him.
This beautiful man is on his knees, his hair wild and messy from my grip, his glasses askew from his efforts, his back muscles rolling as he uses his mouth to ruin me.
"Duncan, baby, shit, I'm gonna come." I grit out and he hollows out his cheeks.
It tips me over the edge.
My orgasm crashes over me like a wall of bricks tumbling to the ground, hard, rough, shattering.
Duncan hums as he swallows what spills from me. My chest heaves as I plot how I’m going to return the favor.
"My turn, or maybe I should say your turn." I smirk as my hand cradles his jaw.
His warm brown eyes bore into me and he presses a kiss to the inside of my palm. "You're not finished, Charming."
Chapter fifty-three
Duncan
Proud of yourself, eh?
Ilovetheconfusionthat flashes across his face. He came, he thinks it's my turn.
First of all, I've leaked in my pants so much I doubt he'd have to do much of anything to get me to explode, but right now. I'm not going to let him soften.
"What do you mean I'm not finished?" He huffs out between breaths.
Instead of answering him with my words I simply stick out my tongue and pull him into my throat again before he can soften too much.
"Fuck, Duncan." His hands fly to my head, his fingers gripping the roots of my hair and the delicious sting of pain only spurs me on.
Tossing my glasses to the side, I let myself get sloppy as I familiarize myself with his cock again. I am desperate for him.
The essence of his musky, salty release still coats my tongue as I devour him. Fuck, I just need him to feel good.
So good he'll never want to leave again.
The logic is flawed but I’d be an idiot to claim I have logic at my disposal when I'm on my knees for a man who asked me to be with him just days before backing away.
The only thing I want in my life now is to be his.
To call him mine.
A satisfied hum surfaces from my chest as the dream of Rhys with me on a daily basis fills my mind. I'm sure some couples hook up less often the longer they're together but that wouldn't be us.
