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His hand threaded through my hair, and I stiffened, expecting him to push me off. But he pulled me closer, letting me suck more. “Your mouth is my new favorite place.”
My eyes drifted closed as I warmed his cock, our shared pleasure easing something inside me.
“Matthew?”
“Hm?” I hummed around his shaft.
“You don’t ever have to be more. Or less. Not for me. Because everything you already are is perfectly enough.”
12
Arsen
My words hit their mark, the tears shimmering in his eyes irrefutable proof even as he attempted to hide them. Turning away, Matthew fidgeted with his clothes as I tucked myself back into my boxers and pants.
God, I could have stayed in the warm silk that was his mouth for hours. It was just a quicky blowjob. In a locker room, with my pants only partway down. But the best BJ I ever had. And not to brag or anything, but I’ve had my fair share of BJs. Being a DJ had its perks.
But this was not a perk. Prism’s mouth was not just a place to get off. This was everything. So much that I could barely comprehend what it would be like if I got him in my bed.
His reluctance at first only made it that much more intoxicating. No, I didn’t take pleasure in his hesitance, but the rush I got from him trusting me in spite of it was unmatched. His reactions were pure and uninhibited, pleasure turning him into this quivering, needy mass of a man. The way he clawed at me like he couldn’t get close enough, how he whimpered and whined while stuffed full of my cock. How his dark eyes glazed over with bliss like my dick was his new obsession. It was almost as though he forgot he was pleasuring me because having me in his mouth was what he loved.
And damn, his pleasure heightened mine. Every glide of my shaft against the inside of his cheek, every stroke of his tongue and lick over my slit was done with erotic reverence. It was like being edged without intention. He didn’t tell me I couldn’t come. He didn’t bring me to the brink and then hold back.
But I was on the brink of explosion almost from the minute those lips wrapped around my engorged head. My abs hurt from how tight they clenched. It was me who held myself off as long as I could because watching him so satisfied with his lips stretched around my dick was something I had to prolong.
Thank fuck this wasn’t actual edging or even orgasm denial because I would have epically failed with how fast I came. I tried, though, even if it was a losing battle. Disappointment chased the epic glow of my release because I didn’t want it to be over.
But it wasn’t.
He cuddled up to my thigh and kept sucking.
Listen. Looking down and seeing his dark head pillowed on my thigh, lashes swept down as he gently sucked my softening dick, inverted my heart. Fully turned it inside out. He was so calm in that moment. So soft.
Did I mention I fucking loved his softness?
“How much of that did you hear?” he asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
He meant his conversation with Kruger, and by the set of his shoulders, I knew he was bracing himself for the answer.
“Enough.”
He made a choked sound. “So all of it.”
“Does it matter?” I asked, glancing at the back of his neck and imagining placing my hand there to claim him.
Surprise turned him around. “Yes.”
I tipped my head to the side. “Why?”
“Because it was a private conversation. What I said…” He paused. “Was personal.”
Closing the space between us, I braced my forearms against the lockers on either side of his head and leaned in. “No more personal than having your dick in my mouth.”
His cheeks, which were still flushed from before, deepened, the vibrant pink such a striking contrast against the onyx of his eyes. God, he was adorable. In all the time I’d been watching him, I never once would have guessed.
He came off as the strong, silent type. Tall. Dark. Muscular. He hung with the popular crowd, seemed almost aloof and indifferent to everyone around him.
But he was not at all what he appeared. Well, physically, he was. But the rest? A smoke show. Armor. Nothing but a disguise.
