Page 119 of Barinov

“Good,” he whispers before wrapping his lips around me again, tighter this time. More certain. Like the hesitation in him has burned off and all that’s left is admiration and intent.

“Holy shit,” I groan, trying to balance myself on the soaking wet tiles. “Babe, you feel so good.”

I try to hold still. I really do. But when his throat opens just enough and I feel the back of it flutter around the tip as he tries to swallow me down, my hips snap forward before I can stop them.

Lex chokes and his broad shoulders jerk. A retching sound catches in his throat as he gags around me.

I freeze.

“Shit. I’m sorry, babe,” I start to pull back, guilt already clawing through my spine. “Lex, I didn’t mean to—”

His fingers dig bruisingly into my thighs as he drags me back in. He keeps going. Keeps bobbing his head as if he’s not fazed at all. Like choking on my dick was just part of the plan. Like he wants to take every bit of me. No matter how much it wrecks him.

His rhythm picks up, rougher, wetter, and sloppier than before. He moans low in his throat and the vibrations pierce through me so fast I almost explode right then and there. I try to breathe it back, gripping his shoulders and not wanting this to ever end.

“Lex,” I rasp, my voice fraying at the edges. “Babe, you’re gonna—” I gasp. “Fuck, babe you’re gonna make me come.”

Lex nods his head in approval and hums low. The sound muffled by my cock shoved down his throat, thickening by the second. The base pulsing harder with every pass of his lips and every jerk of his head. I look down and the sight nearly ends me. Lex on his knees drenched and desperate. His throat working around me as if he wants to drown in it.

He pulls back just enough to gasp for air, his lips red and glistening with spit and shower water. Ice-blue irises are barely visible from his pupils blown wide with something between wrecked and worshipful.

“Baby,” he growls, breathless. “Promise me something.”

“What’s that?” I pant.

“Don’t you fucking hold back.”

I nod, my vision blurring.

The second his lips wrap around me again I brace both hands back on the tile and thrust deeper than before. And he takes it.

Every single inch of it.

The sound of it is filthy, wet, and obscene over the rush of the shower as his throat stretches around me. Spit drips down his chin as his fingers ground himself into my thighs.

“Jesus, Lex—fuck, oh!” I groan, head dropping down as I lose the fight for control. Every single muscle in my body locks, trembling at the edge of something brutal and divine.

“Babe, I’m… God, babe I’m close,” I rasp.

He moans around me like he’s proud of that, like he’s waiting to taste me. He reaches up and works my balls through his fingers, squeezing them just slightly to push me over the edge.

I’m done for.

“Lex,” I moan.

My whole body bows forward, a ragged shout tearing from me as I pulse down his throat. The dark behind my eyes splinters into a thousand shards, a chaotic spatter of light that stains my vision.

I can feel his throat constrict as he swallows. I can feel the relentless pull as I jerk in his mouth, helpless to anything but the pleasure that washes over me like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Lex doesn’t let up.

Not when I twitch.

Not when I gasp.

Not even when my knees threaten to give out and I almost topple on top of him.

He just keeps sucking, slower now, as he eases me through the shockwaves. He licks every last drop of my cum like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to taste.