“Suck on it,” Atticus finally instructs, and I’m quick to get to work, desperate for it.
I pull the head of his dick into my mouth, suckling as my tongue runs around his crown, feeling the edges of his tip and how it flares out from the length of him.
Intoxicating.
“Mind your teeth,” Atticus tells me, his chest heaving, his words slightly pinched.
I can’t seem to focus too hard on where my teeth are, though. Not when I’m sucking down his arousal like I’m starving and have missed all three meals of the day. I want to taste him some more; I want him to feed me until I’m full and satisfied.
“You’re so greedy for it, sweetheart,” he says, but it sounds full of admiration and pleasure. Like this pleases him. “Take more of me, massage me how I know you want to.”
A deep moan leaves me, vibrating up the length of his shaft as I suck down another inch, hollowing my cheeks. Atticus makes a low sound, hips bucking and feeding meanotherinch.
With half of him in my mouth, I stop sucking and run my tongue all over him, rubbing into his skin and feeling each pulse and jump of his hard dick.
“Use your hand on what you can’t take.” At this demand of his, I begin pumping the bottom half of him with my closed fist, using my own leaking spit as a lubricant. “Yess, that’s good. So good. I love that you listen so well. That youwantto listen.”
I try to nod, but the motion is limited by his being stuffed into my mouth, and I squeeze my thighs together to give my own pulsing length some relief. For a moment, I’m startled by the realization that I might come in my pants just from blowing him.
Lifting my gaze once more, I meet his eyes, taking in the small beads of sweat on his hairline and his parted lips. At the sight of me staring up at him, Atticus’s hips stutter once more, and he grunts.
“How much can you take? I want to feed you all of me.” He pulls out of my mouth, giving me room to speak.
But I don’t want questions. I don’t want toanswerthem. I just want him to use me however he wants and let me forget about the consequences.
“I’ll take whatever you give me,” I say instead, hoping that’s enough.
It ismorethan enough if Atticus’s reaction is anything to go on. He growls, moving his hand to grip the hair at the top of my head and dragging my head forward. His head shoves backinto my mouth, the length of him sliding over my tongue until I choke, taking more this time.
I ignore the choking, the desire to spit him out, and suck him, lick him,tastehim. More of his precome floods my mouth, making me delirious with desire as I swallow it down.
“Cameron,” Atticus moans, and his hips shove forward, pushing the head of his dick past the tight seal of my throat and burying himself all the way inside of my mouth.
I can’t breathe. Suddenly, my airways are closed off, and I can feel himeverywhere. No thoughts, no fears, just this. Just his skin and his smell and the sound of his ragged breathing.
Tears leak from my eyes, my face no doubt darkening as I stare up at him, my hands falling limply to my lap. But as I watch the fire in his eyes, I can’t seem to control myself. One hand moves to grip myself through my shorts, squeezing painfully.
“Off,” Atticus snaps. “No touching.”
My hand unclenches, and I let my arms fall to my sides as he grinds against my face, his heavy balls slapping my chin.
His hand that is not clutching my hair lies flat against my throat, palm rubbing over my Adam’s apple.
“I can… I canfeelmyself here,” he breathes. “You look so good crying for me, sweetheart. Do you want to eat my come? Do you want me to feed you, mark you from the inside out?”
He pulls back just enough to let me take in a deep, choking breath, then plunges down my throat once more. Instinctively, I swallow around him, trying to clear my airway.
“Fuck!”Atticus shouts. “Gonna feed you. Gonna fill you up now, Cam.”
A muffled, desperate sound leaves me as I dig my tongue into the skin of his pulsing shaft. It swells, filling my mouth even more, and his grinding turns frantic and rough.
“Here you go, baby. Take what you need. Swallow it all.” He’s panting harder now, words rushed and rough as he suddenly explodes in my mouth.
And it tastes like heaven.
I’m mostly certain that it has nothing to do with actually enjoying the taste of come and everything to do with knowing thatIpulled it from him. That I’m sucking him dry.
Atticus releases a deep, sated groan, his hips slowing to a steady, invasive grind as he fucks his come further down my throat, feeding me just as he promised. The hand on my throat tightens slightly, massaging my skin, feeling himself there. As if he’s helping me, rubbing himselfthroughmy straining neck.
