Page 57 of Serving Bunt

Not with a mouthful of cock.

Instead, he reached up and placed his hand over mine on the back of his head and pushed.

This time, when my hips jerked forward, he didn’t fight me.

I fucked shallowly into the wet heat of his mouth while he hummed his encouragement. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes from the stretch, but his pace never slowed.

I shoved myself deeper and he took it, took me, like he’d been starving for it.

Every. Fucking. Inch.

“Goddamn, Peter. Your throat—” My voice cracked, words tumbling out in ragged bursts. “Feels so good.”

I pulled his head back until only the tip remained in his mouth, and he swirled his tongue once, twice, before diving back down again.

I held him down with one hand while the other knuckled the sheets, trying to keep some semblance of control while he unraveled me. The heat and pressure of his throat closing around me was too much.

“You’re gonna make me come, Peter.” I panted, rocking helplessly now. “And you’re going to swallow every drop like a good boy, aren’t you?”

His eyes lit up and he moaned around my length.

Fuck, he loves this just as much as I do.

My friend. My teammate.

Such a good boy.

His eyes slid half-closed when the first thick rope of cum shot down his throat. He swallowed greedily, milking me while his fingers kept up that maddening pressure behind my balls. Only when my grip loosened on the back of his head did he finally ease off.

He pulled back slowly, pressing soft, reverent kisses to the head, the shaft, the crease of my thigh. When he finally crawled up my body, his lips were swollen and shiny and his cheeks were flushed.

“Christ on a cracker.” I panted, dragging my thumb along his plump bottom lip “I feel like you sucked my soul out of my dick.”

He kissed the pad of my thumb, then nuzzled into my palm like a cat. “In a good way?”

“The best kind of way.”

I dragged him into a messy kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. When we broke apart, I rolled us onto our sides.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

“You even have to ask?” I kissed him again, slower this time. “That was . . . Fuck, Peter. I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

“That’s just the start. We’ve got all night, tesoro.”

“Give me ten minutes to remember how to speak in full sentences and I’m all yours.”

Diaz’s grin turned slow and wicked. He brushed his knuckles along my cheek.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “I’ve got big plans for your mouth and none of them require being able to form sentences.”

He kissed me once more and then rolled off the bed. I watched, boneless, as he shrugged off the rest of his clothes in seconds. He stepped out of his clothes and left them pooled on the floor, giving me a full, unhurried view of his naked body as he walked toward the tiny, en suite bathroom.

Broad shoulders. Tight ass. The flex of muscles in his back and thighs as he moved. Every inch of him looked like he’d been carved from marble.

When he reached the doorway, he paused, shooting a wicked smirk over his shoulder.

“Ten minutes, Matty.”