He doesn’t even blink. “I want you to teach me how to suckyourcock.”
His words make me want to bless his handsome face with my cum. The whole thing has me close to tipping over the edge. Him on his knees, begging to be taught how to suckmycock. There’s no greater turn on than this. And I already know this can’t be just a World Cup fling. There’s no way I’ll survive going back to normal after this. I have to find a way to keep seeing him if I don’t want to suffer a bad case of withdrawal. I’ll cross that bridge when I get there because, right now, he’s watching me like he wants to impress me.
“Do whatever makes you feel good, okay?”
I haven’t even finished speaking when he dives in on my cock.Jesus. Does he not have a gag reflex? I expect him to choke, to come back up for air, but it seems he’s decided to keep going. He holds my thighs with one hand and uses the other to brace the base of my cock while he slurps on it. God, this is beyondcompare. I’ve had my share of hookups and meaningless sex, and this, without a doubt, is different. This feels like it could rearrange my entire life if I let it, it makes me want to wake up next to this man for the rest of my fucking life.
The thought is still ringing in my head when the graze of his teeth yanks me back to the present. It actually makes it better at first, but when he keeps doing it, I start wondering if my skin will survive his enthusiasm. I tap his shoulder and rasp, “Teeth.”
He stops immediately and pulls back, wiping at his mouth. “Sorry, I got carried away.”
There’s something disarming about the way he looks up at me, like he genuinely wants to get it right.
“You’re doing so good. Carry on.”
He grins and then my cock is back in his mouth, his head bobbing slowly up and down, and when I take over, my hips rocking forward as I thrust into his mouth, he doesn’t resist. He just stays there on his knees and takes it. He lets me use his mouth until my balls draws up tight. I pull out of his mouth and wrap my hand around my cock, stroking myself. He looks at me, his eyes slightly unfocused.
“I’m about to come,” I grit out.
“Then come in my mouth,” he says.
I let out a strained laugh. “You may not be able to take it.”
The next thing he does hurries my orgasm along. He reaches down and starts stroking his cock, opens his mouth and pushes his tongue out, looking at me with anticipation. “This way I can control how much of you I take,” he pants.
I come with a long, helpless groan, spurt upon spurt of cum pulsing out of me. He keeps his mouth open, watching me as he takes what he can, swallowing when he needs to, the rest spilling messily down onto his shirt. It’s raw and unpolished and imprinted into my mind forever. A second later he grunts,his own release catching up to him, shoulders tensing before he stills.
I don’t give either of us time to recover. I grab him and haul him to his feet, still breathless and riding the high. I swipe the cum dangling at the tip of his cock with my finger. I hold his gaze when I bring it to my mouth and lick it. The look that flashes across his face is enough to make me want to start this all over again.
I pull him into me and crash our mouths together. This kiss is filthy in the best way. It is messy, hungry, and tastes like sweat and our cum—I don’t want it to end. I change our position, moving him so his back is against the door. Even through the haze, I hear the faint wince he tries to swallow.
“Did I push you too hard?” I ask breathlessly. He shakes his head and tries to kiss me again, but something clicks. “Are you sore?” I press.
He shrugs, but the answer is written all over his face. There’s a tightness around his eyes and a stiffness in the way he’s standing that tells me more than words would.Why didn’t he say anything?
I lean in and kiss him lightly on the lips. “Come on,” I say, and take his hand, leading us to the bathroom.
While the tub fills, I rummage through the cabinet and, by some miracle, find bath salts. I pour some in, watching the steam rise, trying not to think about how easily he would have just endured the soreness without a word. When I turn around, he’s leaning against the wall, watching me intently. I walk back to him and help him out of his clothes. Then I strip out of mine and guide him into the tub with me. The moment we sit, I pull him against my chest. The water laps around us, heat seeping into our tired muscles. I slide my hands down to massage his arse. I’m not exactly a professional so it’s awkward and clumsy, but he doesn’t complain.
Afterwards, we dry off and head back into the room. He stops short at the sight of the bed and pouts. “Well, I’m not sleeping there.”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. “You didn’t call dibs this time, though.”
He rolls his eyes. “We’ll just use that as the sex bed, and sleep on the other one.”
A very logical guy, this one. We change into our pjs and climb into the clean bed. This time I turn so my back is to his chest, and he immediately moulds himself around me. His leg hooks over mine, his arm slides around my waist, hand splayed flat against my stomach. The room is silent and my body is loose from the bath, but it’s the steady warmth of him behind me that makes my eyes finally drift shut.
It’s the best sleep I’ve had in years.
16
AUSTIN
—Born to Be Yours
by Kygo & Imagine Dragons
The next threedays pass in a haze of mind-numbing sex. It’s reckless and indulgent and exactly what we shouldn’t be doing in the middle of a tournament.
