Let them dare to take this feeling away from me.
It’s so much. So much more than I thought it’d be.
I won’t last.
I need to tell him to ease up, to go slower, to stop, but my body is on fire and my mouth has too many questions.
I want to say his name.
I want to say a thousand things—every savage thought I’ve had since he walked into my life a month ago. But all that comes out is a low, hedonistic moan. “When?”
He tilts his head up further, and leans forward so he’s pumping me beside his face instead of in front of it. Then his lipsspread into the same devilish grin that has become my undoing. “You can’t possibly have thought you were my first.”
I lean down to grasp his neck. “Who?”
Carey’s hand leaves my shaft and wraps around my wrist. He squeezes, prying my hand off then tossing it away. “You don’t get to touch me there,” he growls with a dominion that makes my dick bounce. “It’s none of your business what I’ve done before now.”
He’s right, but this is why I held back. When I want something, I’m greedy, possessive, and unpredictable.
Without taking his eyes off me, he grips my shaft again and squeezes. Maybe as hard as he just did to my wrist.
I fall forward, my forearms bracing against the wall to keep from collapsing.
“You’re definitely not the first man to look down at me.” He smirks, running the tip of his tongue along the length of my dick. “But you are the only one who’s ever looked like they wanted to eat me alive.”
Without warning, he wraps his lips around my cock head and starts sucking.
“Jesus-fucking-Christ,” I stammer out, and I can feel him smiling around me.
He hums, satisfied at my undoing.
I can feel his tongue stroking my underside.
I can see him bottoming out.
He pulls back and rests the tip on his bottom lip. “How does it feel to have your cock in another man’s mouth?”
I don’t have words, not even filthy ones. All I can do is stare at his lips—soft pink and lewd as fuck—stretched around my cock while he looks up at me.
“Is this what you want, Oppa?” he whispers. “Do you want to see me choke on you?” His voice is low, and gravelly, and even if I could find the right words, he doesn’t give me a chance to usethem because he slides me so deep into his mouth I can feel the squeeze of his throat.
He gags, then does it again.
There's a wet slurp and he drags back.
His tongue flicks under my head.
His other hand sneaks beneath my shirt where his nails dig into my stomach then scratch a path up to my chest with a possessive grip that makes me want to devote my whole fucking life to him.
But I can’t.
I need him to stop.
I need him to never fucking let me go.
His rhythm is unrelenting.
He lets me grind forward, fucking into his mouth, my whole body shuddering each time I slam against his throat.
