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“You okay?”
“My brain doesn’t fucking work while your cock’s in me—why would you think I could carry on an actual conversation?”
Reluctantly, I pull out of Tanner’s ass, instantly missing the tight heat.
“Wha—I didn’t mean for you to pull out,” he growls.
“I need to know what you want,” I say unapologetically—he’s not the only one suffering here. “You seemed a little freaked out when I sucked you off earlier. But you also seemed to enjoy it. So now my instincts are off—are you cool with me finishing you off with BJ or not?”
“I don’t usually do…that. With guys, I mean.”
“Is there a particular reason why?” I ask warily. Does he not like doinganythingwith guys except using them as walking dildos?
Tanner shrugs. “I guess it’s never come up before. Other guys I’ve hooked up with have been happy to get straight to the fucking.”
“Other guys are idiots if they get a look of that cock and don’t want to suck it,” I say with an eye roll.
He lets out a snort of amusement before an uncertain expression crosses his face. “I did really like it, though,” he admits. “Way more than I thought. I wanted to come down your throat.” A faint blush touches his cheeks as he adds, “Actually, I wanted to come on your face.”
I arch an eyebrow at that. Well, damn. I move behind him again and reach between his cheeks, my fingers sliding around his hole. My mouth quirks up as I feel his body shiver at the touch. “If I can’t come in this beautiful ass, you can’t come on my beautiful face,” I tease. It’s a bit of a dick move considering I’m a hundred per cent gay and perfectly comfortable with guys coming on me, but I’m in a bossy mood and want to set a boundary.
Besides, we have to savesomethingfor next time.
“But I can come down your throat?” he asks.
“Oh yeah, you can definitely do that.”
Before Tanner has a chance to respond, I remove my fingers and thrust back inside him, driving in deep.
I snap my hips over and over, savoring the grunts and groans that fall from Tanner’s lips as the fire starts to rekindle inside me.
“Keep going like this and you won’t get a chance to suck me,” Tanner grates out through panted breaths. “So fucking close. Need to fucking come…”
“Not yet,” I growl, reaching around to put some pressure on the end of his dick and force the orgasm back. “Not until you’re buried so far down my throat I can taste your balls.”
He lets out a frustrated groan, his forehead hitting the wall in front of him. “Fuck…Deacon.Saying shit like that this isn’t helping the situation.”
“Shit like what?” I goad. “You don’t want to hear about how I’m going to swallow your cock down until I’m choking on it? I can’t wait to get my mouth around that gorgeous dick again, baby. Can’t wait to get a taste of your cream…swallow it all down…”
The endearment just falls out amidst all the dirty talk, and I don’t even think about it until I trail off and realize what I’ve just said. Fortunately, Tanner seems too wound up to even realize.
“I’m not going to last,” he moans. “Please, just let me come. Please…I need to—”
“No,” I say firmly, once again reaching down to squeeze the end of his dick. “Me first.”
Deciding to put him out of his misery, I decide to let it rip. I dig my fingers into his hips and fuck him hard and deep, over and over as my climax approaches. I let out a fierce groan as it hits me, digging my teeth into Tanner’s neck as I shoot hard into the condom.
I only give myself a moment to recover before pulling out and tearing off the condom. Then I grab Tanner’s hips and turn him around, shoving him roughly back against the wall before dropping to my knees and wrapping my lips around the head of that beautiful dick.
I groan as I get a taste of his precum, my tongue lapping at the crown before I take him deeper, sucking him harder until he hits the back of my throat.
“Jesus, fuck,” Tanner gasps, rocking his hips and driving his dick even deeper down my throat until I’m practically choking on it, just like I wanted.
I groan even more eagerly, loving the feel of him stretching my mouth and burning my throat. I grip Tanner’s ass and squeeze firmly, urging him on as he thrusts harder. Deeper. His hands tugging roughly at my hair as he snaps his hips.
And I fucking love every second. I love the way he’s using my mouth to chase his release. I can barely breathe and I don’t even care, because every time I do manage to get some air in all I can smell is him. And it’s so fucking hot.
I can tell when he’s reaching the edge; his grip in my hair gets tighter and his body starts to tense up. At the last second he tries to pull away, but I don’t let him. I want to swallow every last drop of his cum. I want to choke on it.
