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Tate pulled off my thumb with an audible pop. “Does that mean I don’t get to make you feel good?” His voice was soft and sweet, his eyes full of the tease that didn’t quite reach his lips. He moved for my waistband again, tugging gently until my jeans and underwear slipped down and my hard cock sprang free. Tate gasped and his eyes widened.

And then he licked his lips.

Fuck me…

“Oh, shit.”

Tate didn’t wait for my instruction, flicking his tongue across the leaking head of my cock. I hissed and dug my hands into the wall to keep myself upright, my other hand latching onto Tate’s hair again.

“Stick your tongue out, baby. It’ll be much easier.”

He did and then hummed, sending vibrations up his shaft. He licked and sucked, teased and tasted, bringing me to the end of my rope faster than I cared to admit.

Tate gave one firm suck, clearly overestimating himself if the tight constriction of his throat was anything to go by. He gagged and pulled back, furrowing his brow like my dick had personally offended him. He swallowed, then tried again.

And again, and again, not giving me a chance to tell him he didn’t have to take all of me, but the man was determined and eventually, his nose was buried in my groin, saliva dripping down my balls and slicking them up for his hand.

He pushed them up, rolling them around in his slick palm. Then he coughed, and the resulting vibrations up my shaft had me tugging at his hair until he slipped free, spit and precum dripping from his mouth.

“Fucking hell, boy,” I growled.

Tate gasped for air, and I did the same. I’d been wound tight, ready to blow and if I hadn’t pulled off Tate when I did, the night would have been over far sooner than I was ready for.

“Was I not doing it right?” Tate asked, thumbing across his dick swollen lips.

I shook my head, still trying to find my words. “You were perfect, baby.” I brushed his bottom lip myself, collecting some of his saliva and pushing it back into his mouth. Tate’s eyes fluttered shut and he hummed. “Too perfect,” I continued. “I almost blew in your mouth.”

He whimpered, attempting to take me in his mouth again and forcing me to do just that. I shook my head, tightened my hand in his hair and held him in place. “There’ll be time for that later, baby. Get up here.”

I held onto Tate until he stood, letting him get steady on his feet. I hooked my finger under his chin, not that he needed any guidance in looking at me. He hadn’t taken those pretty eyes off of me. “You did so well for me, Tate.”

I swallowed his sweet little cry with my lips on his. My own taste mixed with his to create something better than any drug, better than any booze. “It’s time for me to claim you as mine now,” I murmured against his lips. “Are you ready?”

Chapter 19

TATE

I couldn’t nod fast enough. The rush of blood made me dizzy and I swayed on my feet, but Luc held me upright with his arm around my waist. He tugged me away from the door and guided me toward his bed, where he paused by the edge and laid me across the mattress, guiding me backward with a sweet, tender kiss.

I moved to flip onto my stomach, but Luc flattened a warm hand across my bare chest and held me in place. “Just like this, baby,” he said. “Trust me.”

And then he stepped back, shoving his jeans the rest of the way down his legs. His erection jutted out from between his thighs, wet and leaking after being teased. I licked my lips, still able to taste him there. While Luc stripped, I brought my fingers to my mouth, desperate to suck on something. Luc spat another curse and wrapped a fist around his shaft, tugging his balls away from his body. My eyes were bleary, threatening to close in bliss, but I forced them to stay open.

Luc opened his nightstand and threw a bottle of lube onto the bed, then climbed onto the mattress. Still sucking on my fingers like a damn pacifier, I spread my legs to make room for him to settle between them. It was like my body knew what was about to happen, my thighs widening in preparation. Luc sighed, hooked his fingers behind the waistband of my boxer briefs. “May I?” he asked, so polite and so hopeful that I couldn’t have imagined saying anything other than yes.

As it was, my head nodded before I registered that it was moving.

Luc slipped my underwear off my hips, down my legs, and tossed them to the floor. Maybe I should have felt cold or exposed but with the way Luc sized me up like a starving man his next meal, the only thing I felt was… seen.

Not just that, but cherished, appreciated in a way I’d never been before.

His jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth, and his hands fell to his thighs, nails digging long red lines into the skin.

“Spread your legs for me, Tate,” he ordered.

My body obeyed without my permission. Not that I wanted anything else. I was entirely sated by the feeling of my fingers in my mouth, and Luc’s undivided attention on me.

Thunder began to roll outside, rattling the windows. Luc watched me until the first few drops of rain pattered against the glass. Just when I was about to ask if he was okay, he took a deep breath, swept his tongue around his mouth, and spat onto my cock. I jolted at the sudden sensation, whimpering around my fingers. “Touch yourself for me, baby,” he told me.