Page 75 of Serving Bunt

“Fuck, Matty.” Diaz groaned, tangling his fingers in my hair. “You’re getting good at this.”

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his joggers shoved down around his ankles while I licked his cock like a candy cane.

The cabin was quiet except for the wet, rhythmic sounds of my mouth working him and his low, ragged breathing. We had been at this for a while, long enough to make my jaw ache and dick throb.

But I didn’t care.

Diaz was right; I was getting better at this.

I wonder if they make ribbons for “most improved dick sucking.”

I couldn’t say it was an award I had ever aspired to achieve, but that was only because I hadn’t known what I was missing. Blow jobs were fun. Hard work—hell, there was a reason it was called a job—but fun, nonetheless.

This wasn’t my first time sucking Diaz off, but it was easily my most enthusiastic attempt yet. I had spent the last few days practicing, learning how to relax my throat, how to hollow my cheeks and suck until his thighs trembled. I still couldn’t take all of him without gagging, but fuck, I wanted to.

Badly.

But my gag reflex hadn’t gotten the memo just yet. That didn’t stop me from trying, though.

I loosened my jaw and sank down as far as I could. When his thick head nudged the back of my throat, I held him there, breathing through my nose and the tears clouding my vision.

One Mississippi. Two Mississippi.

Fuck me, I was counting Mississippis while sucking my teammate’s cock.

I only made it to five before I had to pull off with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his tip.

“Easy, tesoro,” Diaz murmured softly. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to.” I licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock, tracing the thick vein there. “Practice makes perfect and all that.”

He let out a breathless laugh. “Happy to be your practice dummy.”

“Do you ever stop talking?”

I smirked, then wrapped my hand around the base and took him back into my mouth. As I swirled my tongue around the head, my finger curled inside his ass, just enough to find that spot inside that made his gasp.

He hissed, hips jerking up.

“Good?” I asked.

“Fucking great.”

“Want more?”

Diaz’s fingers tightened in my hair, not gently this time. He used the grip to tilt my head back, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with heat.

“Do your worst,” he rasped.

The edge in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. Before I could respond, he guided my mouth back down onto his cock. I opened for him eagerly, taking him as far as I could.

His fingers stayed tangled tight in my hair, holding me there, and this time, when I pushed a little further, the slight sting of pain only made me moan around him.

Fuck, I loved it.

The sharp tug on my scalp, the way he held me exactly where he wanted me—it made everything hotter. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, letting him feel how much I wanted this.

Diaz groaned, thighs trembling on either side of me. “Just like that. God, your mouth is perfect.”