Page 107 of Every November

He leans down, his mouth hovering over the wet spot without making any move to take my underwear off, and I feel the warmth of his breath through the thin fabric. A whimper escapes me, and it only makes his eyes darken with satisfaction.

“You’re soaked, Evan,” he rasps, and the growl in his voice makes my hips buck involuntarily.

Marcus grins before pressing his mouth right over the head of my cock, and I feel the wet heat of him through the cotton. My hands grip the sheets on either side of me because I need something to hold onto or I’ll lose my mind. He teases me, tastes me through the fabric like he’s savoring me, his tongue tracing the outline of my cock until I’m trembling beneath him.

He mouths me for what feels like forever and no time at all, drawing out every ounce of desperation. I can feel myself leaking more, feel the fabric getting wetter under his mouth, and when he groans against me, I nearly come.

He finally catches the waistband with his teeth and pulls it down in one smooth, sexy motion. My cock springs free, slapping against my stomach, and the cool air on my wet skin makes me gasp.

He finally leans down to lick the bead of precum from the tip of my angry cock. The direct contact has me groaning in ecstasy.

He presses a few kisses along my length before he takes me all the way to the back of his throat.

“Fuckkkkkk.”

His throat relaxes as his nose brushes against my pubic bone. The head of my cock is hitting the back of his tight throat, and the sensation is so overwhelming, so intense, that I’m seeing floating white stars. The suction and the way his tongue works the underside of my shaft are too much and not enough all at once.

He pulls back, lips swollen and red, eyes hazy with lust, and he wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb. “You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs, before taking me into his mouth again, swirling his tongue around the head. He’s sucking me like a man who’s been starved, and in a way, he has been. We both have been.

His hand works my base in a twisting motion that makes my toes curl, especially because he’s groaning around me, and I realize he’s getting off on the taste of me.

“Marcus,” I gasp, my hands tightening in his hair, trying to pull him off. “Stop. I’m going to come.”

He pulls off and looks at me with a wicked smirk. “I thought you could come multiple times? Be a good boy and show me.”

“Oh, fuck yes,” I moan as he envelops my cock again.

He doubles down, his mouth becoming a vortex of wet suction. He holds me in the back of his throat, and the tight channel constricts around the head of my cock. His hand tightens around my base, and he begins to pump me through his fist. He’s devouring me. There’s no other word for it.

The pressure is building from within, and I can’t hold back anymore.

“Marcus,” I choke out, a final warning as pleasure sears through me, and my body bows off the bed as I cry out his name.

My release floods his mouth and he swallows, taking everything I have to give him. His tongue keeps flicking against the sensitive underside, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until I’m shaking and oversensitive.

I collapse back against the mattress, chest heaving, as the world slowly comes back into focus. I feel ruined in the best possible way.

He releases my softening cock with a soft, wet pop and crawls up my body. His mouth is on mine before I can catch my breath, and I can taste myself on his tongue. It’s filthy and intimate and so fucking hot.