“This is Grey speaking.” I slowly continue to stroke Luan with my hand, shutting him up before his complaints can make it past his beautiful lips.
“Grey?” The man’s voice comes out with surprise. “Luan told us you were sick, how are you doing?”
“Oh, I’m just fine, Sir.”
My eyes meet Luan’s and although he’s too busy trying not to come all over my face when his father’s on the other end of the line, his eyes still display hatred for me at this very moment. He should know this only makes me admire him even more.
“That’s good. Are you guys busy? I can call at a later time.”
Busy? Maybe a little bit. “Hang on, please.” I mute the call, checking twice to be sure. And when I’m convinced Mr. Hayes cannot hear a single thing, I wrap my lips around the tip of Luan’s cock and suck, sliding my tongue over the slit.
He moans out loud, then slaps a hand over his mouth to tone it down. “Are you crazy!” His balls flex, telling me just how close he is to coming.
“A little.”
I push all of him into my mouth, gagging a little when his tip touches the back of my throat. Squeezing his balls, Luan cries out an onslaught offuckfuckfuck’s when he comes and shakes with release.
Cum spurts out and down my throat, and I swallow every bit of the salty drops.
Releasing him, I press a kiss to his balls and then right to the tip of his dick before I take the phone again and unmute Mr. Hayes. “Sorry, your son just came,” I halt for a hot second, short enough for it to not sound suspicious, “back. I can give him the phone?”
I don’t think Luan would be able to release any words, not with the way his chest is rising and falling from the aftershocks.
Mr. Hayes chuckles. “Ah, no, it’s alright. You kids use all the time you have together. I just wanted to know when he’s coming back home anyway, so nothing important.”
“In about two to three weeks,” I answer. “I’d keep him here longer, but I’ll have to go back to work eventually.” I wouldn’t consider playing hockeyworkseeing as it’s my hobby, but it does happen to be my occupation.
“Yeah, you keep him, Grey. Knowing my son, he wouldn’t mind if you kidnapped him and held him hostage.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised, though I think Luan would disagree.” He wouldn’t, I honestly think Luan would thank me for keeping him hostage as long as he’ll be aroundmethis whole time.
“Well,” Mr. Hayes laughs, “you come introduce yourself sometime, okay, boy?”
“I will the second my schedule allows it.” I don’t think Mr. Hayes will like me very much when he finds out who my father is, but why tell him now, right?
“Good. Now, you better go back to Luan or else he’ll get mad.”
“Good point.” I say goodbye and then hang up the phone, setting it back down on the nightstand. Though when I look at Luan again, he’s scowling at me. My little Luan isscowling. It’s cute. “You should be happy, you know.”
“You told mydadIcame.”
“Back,” I add. “I said you cameback.” With a pause but I did say that.
Either way, I sit up, having to blink a couple of times because for some unknown reason, my head’s spinning. Like actuallyspinning, with seeing spots and everything.
“Are you okay?” Luan sits up immediately, taking my face in his hands. “Baby?”
When I don’t react, Luan jumps off the bed and hoists me up, draping my arm over his shoulder. He slowly leads me into my bathroom, seating me down on the floor of my shower. He turns on the shower, letting the cold water splash all over me.
“Fuck,” I hiss, shuddering but I stay seated.
Luan kneels down to me, worry written on his face. There might even be tears in his eyes, or maybe that’s just a water drop from the shower raining down on us. “I told you this was a bad idea!”
“It was worth it.” Though my body would definitely like to disagree. My head’s still spinning, but the cold water is slowly regulating my circulation.
“Sex is not worth your health, Grey.” He squeezes my cheeks with one hand, then leans his forehead against mine, exhaling deeply. “Your fever might be gone, but you’re not good yet. I should’ve stopped you, dammit.”
I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer into my body for two reasons. One, I’m hoping the heat of his body will make the water seem less icy—it doesn’t. And two, I really want to hold him in my arms right now.
