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“Ah, fuck. Sorry, mate—totally screwed up the time zones.”
“It’s fine,” I say through a yawn. At least we managed to get to sleep at a reasonable hour last night—the only silver lining of the ice gel mix up—so I’ve had more than a couple of hours’ sleep. Don’t ask me why Alastor still stayed over even though we didn’t have sex; it just kind of...happened. “How’s...Spain?” I ask, trying to remember where Trent and Xavier currently are. I’m surprised to find I’m unsure of the details; I could have sworn I knew their itinerary back to front.
“France,” Trent says with a chuckle. “We were in Spain last week. And it’s bloody freezing.”
“That’s what happens when you go to Europe in winter,” I point out.
I feel Alastor shift next to me, and when I glance over, I see him wearing a sly smirk, his eyes dancing with mirth. I know what he’s about to do and I send him a hard glare of warning, but of course all that does is spur him on.Arsehole.
The next thing I know, I’m trying to hold up a conver- sation with Trent while Alastor kisses his way down my body, his hand wrapped around my dick.
“Fuck,”I gasp.
“Yeah, I know, right?” Trent says with a wry chuckle. “We were locked out for hours.”
If someone was holding a gun to my head, I wouldn’t be able to tell them the start of that story.
I try to listen to Trent as he tells me about his travels, but it’s impossible to focus. All I can grab are random words here and there as the rest of my brainpower is consumed by the image and sensation of Alastor running his lips down my body until he gets to my dick.
I send him another glare; I know if he starts sucking me it’s going to be impossible for me not to vocalise my pleasure. Alastor knows it as well, which is no doubt why he’s doing this. True to form, he offers me a wink before ducking his head to wrap his lips around my dick.
I manage to hold back my reaction at first, but my resolve doesn’t last long, and I let a soft moan fall from my lips.
“Jack? Mate, you okay?” Trent asks, voice full of concern.
“Yeah,” I tell him, trying and failing to hold back another groan. I don’t even want to know what it must sound like to him out of context. I know I should just tell him to go, or hang up the call myself, but I can’t seem to manage either.
I let the phone fall from my hand, and I vaguely hear a soft thunk on the carpet. With both hands now free, I bury them in Alastor’s hair and hold him firmly in place as my hips snap up over and over. He lets me fuck his throat, taking me deeper each time until I feel my climax building inside me.
“Fuck, coming!” I cry with a groan, and thankfully he doesn’t hold me back, instead sucking me down as I hurtle over the edge and shoot into his mouth.
He gets to his knees and shuffles toward me, one hand running over his hard dick. He quirks a questioning brow at me and I don’t need to ask for clarification.
“Fuck yeah,” I murmur, my mouth already watering. “Give me that dick.”
He grins and shuffles further up my body, until he’s at my shoulders. I lift my head from my pillow, eager for a taste, and he reaches for me, gripping my hair tightly and pulling me closer before feeding me his dick.
I suck and lick around the head, savouring the taste of precum that hits my tongue. Fuck, I want his cum. I need it.
He pulls his dick from my mouth, and I let out a little whimper, my mouth feeling completely empty without his thickness stretching it.
Alastor lets out a chuckle. “Fuck, you’re such a little slut,” he murmurs.
“Only for you,” I admit, feeling my face flame.
His eyes widen a little, but a split second later his trade- mark smirk is back and I’m pretty sure I must have imagined his surprise. “Well, obviously...”
I give his arse a firm squeeze, my eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Dick. Mouth. Now.”
He chuckles. “Bossy.”
But he feeds me his dick again, this time thrusting down my throat. I just groan louder around him, gripping tighter to his arse cheeks and spurring him on as he fucks my mouth.
I feel his body tensing up and then hot cum is spilling into my mouth. I swallow it all down, revelling in every drop.
Once he’s spent, Alastor withdraws his dick from my mouth and lowers himself to all fours, hovering above me.
“Morning,” he murmurs, a shit-eating grin in place.
