Page 43 of Fallen Rook

I was here because I wanted to fuck every sordid secret and scandalous admission out of him.

A middle-aged man pushing forty, who was obsessed with the youthful brat he was supposed to incarcerate.

“Don’t speak Italian when we’re together,” I growled. “It distracts me.”

Your existence distracts me.

He threw his head forward and bit his forearm, no doubt to suppress one of his wiseass, Enzo-esque remarks.

That was all it took for me to get down on my knees, pulling his dick from between his legs behind him, wrapping my fist around the root and bringing the tip to my lips.

His cock was a work of art. Thick, long, tan like the rest of him, with closely trimmed pubes and a protruding vein running along the shaft. I gave his slit an appreciative lick, swiping the clear precum along my tongue, relishing its saltiness.

His hips buckled instinctively.

“What the—HOLY FUCK.”

I sucked on the tip from behind, toying with his balls as much as the angle allowed, making him go wild. His ass cheeks clenched to each of my strokes. Every time his palms left the surface of the island, I stopped, and he’d groan and whimper. It was better that way. So I wouldn’t have to look at his beautiful face. Into those soft eyes. Face the earnest smile of a man who had no fucking business being so boyish, so cute, so…funny.

No. He wasn’t funny. He was just a clown. There was a difference.

“Can I turn around?” he pleaded.

“No. I’d rather watch your ass than your face.”

“Please.” His voice broke. “I need to fuck your mouth.”

I couldn’t bear his voice anymore. Gravelly and desperate, and so fucking low.

I grabbed his waist and turned him so he faced me. He nearly wept with joy. I didn’t do it to torment him—though that was certainly a nice bonus. I initially sucked his dick from behind because I knew the first time was always odd, receiving oral from another man, and I wanted him to be fully immersed in it before he could freak out.

His cock bounced between us, the crown dark and angry, begging for more.

I deep-throated him in one go, letting his tip hit the back of my throat, lathering his shaft with my saliva before releasing him with a pop. Grabbing his heavy base, I tilted my head to suck his balls, the tip of my tongue playing with his sensitive testicles. I then sucked the whole sac until he was dripping with my saliva.

My blood raced beneath my skin with heat that threatened to scorch my veins. I hadn’t given head in a very long time. I usually skipped the foreplay portion to get to the main event, but with Enzo, I just had to taste every single inch of him. I devoured his muskiness, the salty taste of his skin, the earthiness of his flesh. My cock had its own pulse now. It thrummed, straining against the zipper of whatever was left of my torn pants.

My mouth moved back up, my jaw clamping on his crown, before I slid him back into my mouth inch by inch.

“F-ffuuuckkk me, Tom.”

“Soon.” My breath, coarse and strained, fanned against his velvety skin. “So fucking soon.”

Just thinking about my dick in his virginal ass made my pulse skyrocket.

He grabbed my hair again, humping my face now, without finesse or any sense of control. Just pumping in and out animalistically, making unintelligible mewling sounds. Each time he pressed home, another drop of precum hit the back of my throat. It made my entire body vibrate.

“Yeah, take that dick, SSA Rothwell,” he moaned. “Take it good.”

I almost choked on a laugh around his cock. The feeling was disconcerting. I never smiled, let alone full-blown laughed. But he was being a little shit, egging me on and pushing all my buttons. I had a mind to bite his dick off to teach him a lesson.

“I can feel you smiling around my dick, Tomcat. Third smile this week,” Enzo bragged, snatching the back of my neck and angling my face slightly down so his tip dragged across the roof of my mouth with each thrust. Our eyes locked. I gave him a warning glare not to push it.

“You’re not getting soft on me, are you?” He winked with a charming smile, sliding down slightly to brush a hand over the tight fabric around my erection. “Mm. That’s a no.”

It was time I fucked that smart mouth into silence to remind him who was in charge. I’d had enough of his attitude this week. Squeezing his shaft, I jacked him off as I sucked him harder, faster, taking him deeper. I had no gag reflex whatsoever. Never had. When Enzo realized it, his expression turned from tortured ecstasy to complete wonder and elation.

“Shit. Can I…?” But he didn’t finish the sentence before unloading down my throat with a cry. His salty, thick cum coated my entire mouth with its warmth. I kept sucking him off for a couple more minutes, and he kept pumping into me lazily, head slouching back in a groan of pure exhaustion, his fingers still messing with my hair.