Page 87 of Break Points and Face Offs

“How about we go back to your place and order pizza after?”

He blinks a little slower, like he’s trying to hold something in, before nodding coolly. “Sounds good."

I love kissing him. The second we get into the apartment, I press him against the door and put my hands on his face. I kiss him until he puts his hands under my shirt and starts stroking my back before moving around to get a good feel of my chest and stomach.

My cock’s aching to get out of these jeans, but Priestley holds me in place so all I can do is grind against him.

He moans into my mouth and I lick his lips, tracing that bow shape with my tongue.

His breath hitches as I sink down to my knees. When I look up, he’s watching me, hand buried in my hair.

I brush my nose against his pants and run my hands up and down his thighs. He groans and throws his head back.

“God,” he gasps.

“Do you want this?”

“Yes.”

I smile to myself while I undo his chinos, freeing him from his underwear before licking a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip.

He lets out an unrestrained moan and I have to press the heel of my palm against my dick to get some relief.

He shudders the second I wrap my lips around the head, bucking slightly. I grip his hips to hold him in place while I get settled, and when I am, I let go—let him thrust, slow and deep into my mouth, moaning around him while he drips precum onto my tongue.

I have to free myself and wrap my hand around my cock while I suck him. Both of his hands are gripping the back of my head now, using me to get himself off.

I fucking love giving someone pleasure like this. Love giving him pleasure. There’s no better feeling than knowing I’m making him feel good.

Another pearl of precum smears across my tongue and he starts to throb in my mouth. I get ready to take his load, but he stops thrusting and pulls out.

His hair’s a mess when he looks down at me, like he was running his hands through it before parking them on the back of my head.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, my voice hoarse.

“God, you look …”

I don’t have to ask. I know what I look like. I’ve seen how good guys look after they suck your dick. Lips swollen, glassy, lust-drunk eyes, hair all fucked up.

He steps out of his pants and shoes before taking his shirt off.

I can definitely get behind him being naked.

“Now you.”

I do as I’m told, letting Priestley walk us back to the couch before dropping down onto it with him between my legs.

He kneels in front of me on the floor and starts teasing up my thighs with licks and little nips of his teeth until I’m arching my back and burying my hand in his hair.

He watches me with a goading look in his eye as he licks the tip, making my eyes roll.

“William,” he whispers. “I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

I groan. “Please, Rosie, just do it.”

He chuckles. “Hmm. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.”

My eyes fly open. I look down at him. That infuriatingly beautiful face. He’s so fucking bratty. I put one hand on his cheek and brush the tip of my cock across his lips, watching his lids get heavy. A dreamy, faraway look in his eyes. His tongue comes out to graze me when I do it again.