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I look up at him through my lashes as I reach for the boxer briefs and pull them down. “Yes.” When I look back at his cock, it’s staring right at me. All engorged and thick. Has it always been this big? “Jesus Christ.”
“Way better word choice this time.” I hear the laughter in his voice, but when I take his cock in my hand, the laughter is gone. “Grab me at the base… Oh fuck, okay, and just slowly bring me… Oh wow, you don’t take direction well.”
I smile around his cock, tasting him and licking him. Exploring him as his hand comes up to cup my jaw. “Now, squeeze me with your hand. Yeah, yeah, that’s real good. Tilt your head back, and—” His voice trails off as I take his cock to the back of my throat and then back out. His moans are deep, filling the room and tickling my gut. I can tell he’s trying to be gentle. The veins in his arms are on full display, and his knuckles are white. His eyes are closed, and there is a tic in his jaw as I move my teeth up and down his velvet skin lightly. Fuck me, he’s so stunning.
“That’s perfect. Yes, oh, whoa, that tongue is gonna get me in trouble. Oh fuck,” he mutters as I bring him out of my mouth, swirling my tongue along the tip.
Amelia may not have wanted to give me pointers, but Google sure did.
When I suck him hard in my mouth, the popping noise surprises me and makes him jump. He arches his hips, pushing through my hand to the back of my throat, groaning loudly. I hold him tightly, pressing my tongue to the bottom of his shaft as he moves in and out of my mouth, his rhythm picking up as his head falls back, the most beautiful sound leaving his mouth.
“Oh, Sof.”
When he looks down at me, his eyes are wild and hot. “I’m about to come.” I nod, his cock still deep down my throat, and his eyes widen. “You sure?”
I nod again, but he’s already coming.
And it’s disgusting.
But he loves it.
I gag a bit, but then I’m lost in the way he looks. His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth parted as he groans loudly. His shoulders are taut, and the veins in his arms look as if they’re about to burst. He’s so large, so beautiful in front of me. I cup his balls, the weight of them unbelievable, but then he is jerking out of my hand. A shiver runs through his body as he slowly moves out of my mouth, inhaling deeply and letting his breath out in a whoosh. I hold him in my hand, unsure what to do, but then he is falling to his knees. He grabs my face in his hands, pressing his mouth to mine and kissing me so hard, with so much emotion, that my eyes start to water. He runs his tongue along mine and explores my mouth, making me hotter than I ever thought I could be.
When he pulls back, he kisses my bottom lip, then my top, and then both sides of my mouth before ending on my nose. His breath is so ragged and hard as he whispers, “You—”
My lips curve. “Me?”
He presses his forehead to mine, our noses smashing together in my favorite way. His voice is low and spent. “You…you are gonna kill me.”
I smile proudly, my eyes searching his whole face. His eyes are closed, and he looks incredible.
Letting out a long breath, he asks, “Do you not have a gag reflex?”
I furrow my brow, looking up at him, and I can feel my hair falling down from my bun. “What’s that?”
He groans loudly, squeezing his arms around me. “Do me a favor?”
“Yeah?” I ask, and then I’m nervous. Wait, is that a bad thing? Do I need a gag reflex?
“Don’t ever tell a guy you don’t have one. Everyone will find out, and then you’ll have guys all over you.”
“Why would I tell anyone that? I’m with you.”
“After me,” he says, and I can see the pain in his eyes. “Because that mouth can do some damage. Real good mouth.”
While I want to poke and prod his statement of after me, I don’t want to ruin this. I love us like this. Our little stolen moments. I also agree with him; I don’t want to talk about when we end. That’s pointless. I have now. I have him. Why mess that up?
So with a big grin, I ask, “So, it was good?”
He meets my gaze, a lazy grin pulling at his wet lips. “Just like everything else about you, it was perfection.”
My heart trips over itself. “Really? Promise? What can I do to make it better?”
He rolls his eyes. “And you call me an overachiever?”
I grin, and when his lips curve in that sexy way that drives me crazy, I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his. We fall to the floor, our limbs tangling together as we try to get closer, our kisses more demanding, and I don’t want to leave.
I pull back, cupping his jaw in my hand. He hasn’t shaved in a couple days, and I love the stubble under my palm. “I want to stay right here.”
He smiles, kissing my nose. “I wish the floor weren’t so hard.”
I snort, and he grins. “I don’t even notice.”
He squeezes my ass in his hands, his eyes burning into mine. “Come to think of it, I don’t either. Also, I would like the jury to note that I have the patience of a saint. This leo makes me want to do dirty things to you.”
I run my tongue along his jaw. “You make me want to do dirty things.”
He gives me a dry look. “That’s my line.”
“Hah, stole it.”
He smacks my ass playfully, and I squeal. When my laughter subsides, he cups my jaw before kissing my nose. “When do you need to go back?”
I reach into his pocket, pulling out his phone. “Four minutes.”
“Boo.”
“Boo, indeed,” I say sadly. “You have that dinner tonight with that scout?”
“Yeah, though I’m not excited about it.”
