A surprised breath catches in his throat, and he shakes whatever it was from his head.
“Not ready to burst the bubble.”
Smirking, I lean in so close that my hair falls into his face again, strands catching on his lashes. “On that note …”
I drop to my knees and reach for his fly.
Sparing him a quick, questioning glance, I finger the first button free.
His lips spread into a shocked O, his breath catching audibly.
“Yes?”
Jaw snapping shut with another audible click, he nods enthusiastically. “Y-yeah. Please yes-s.”
Smirking, I unclasp the second fastener and yank down his fly.
I’m greeted by a wet spot over the bulging head of his cock, the length of him straining the cotton material. I can almost see flesh color beneath the blue fabric.
My mouth waters instantly.
To know that I can make him like this with just a few feathered kisses and neck touches? It’s almost as intoxicating as his scent.
I’ve been ignoring it until now—it’s ingrained in me to—but being this close to him makes it impossible.
“You seem more like a jockstrap kinda guy. Ever worn one?” I work my fingers through the open layers of his undies, and his choked response cuts off when skin meets skin. “Fuck, you’re thick.”
A caged groan works out of his throat when I pull him free.
“Your hands are cold.”
“Shit, sorry.” I snap them back and cup them to blow hot air between my palms.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs and inches farther down the chair, making himself comfortable. “Felt nice.”
Snorting, I wrap him up in a fist and pull the skin taut. His head is shining and purple, looking just like my favorite kind of lollipop, and—
“Holy shit, is that a frenum?”
CHAPTER 07: LENNIX
He doesn’t even wait for me to respond before diving in and tonguing the metal bar, pulling a hiss from deep in my gut.
Instinctively, I reach for his hair that I pet instead of fisting.
“I’m gonna suck the cum from your balls now.”
And again, I don’t get a chance to even process his words before his lips are sealing around my head and I’m surrounded by the wet warmth of his mouth.
“Oh,hellmmmfuck.” Gasping, my hips arch up like they’ve got a mind of their own and Marlo swallows more of my length. “Oh, God.”
This is not at all how I suspected today would go—that I’d be getting my second blow job, ever, and that it would be the best thing I’ve ever felt.
Marlo’s good and truly bobbing on my cock, hollowing out his sparkling cheeks, sucking the life out of me just like he said he would. And what his mouth doesn’t reach, he’s stroking with his calloused fist.
It’s all so much.
The slurps and hums. His tongue flicking my piercing. The sight of him on his knees, his head up and down, up and down.
